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The Ruby Mine

Angels and Demons in Fancy Dress

14 July 1973
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I'm a miserable correspondent. By the time I sit down to compose an email, or pick up the phone, I've had twenty-seven other thoughts rise up howling in my head like Laertes' peasant army, I dig myself a little trench and wait for the ground to stop shaking, and then I notice a flower, and that gets me thinking about the futility of war metaphors, and I'm off to the ongoing business of being wonderstruck and confused at being alive again, having not called, written, or otherwise contacted another living soul. I thought I'd try this here "blog" -type contraption in order to cut the thoughts off at the pass, as it were.