A dream of parting


Yesternight I dreamt I was in Londinium. I walked around with one from Krasnodar. We were in a residential district – I think Ealing. There were many red brick house. Buildings wer sleodm more than two storyes. It was late Spring. The ambince was tanqul and blissful A scent of blososm wafted on the soft breeze. There wre many wooden walls for gardens – just under 2 m high. She had to go her way. She was in a white dress edged with blue and in heels. She walked in that directive an dkiss her. She wa sheade dto work.

Later I saw her form behind. She was lost. I pointed her on her way to the south west.

Later I saw her agan in the station from behind. She was speaking toa tall slender man in  tueb unfirm She wa sont he glass booth with him. She was distressed because she had cut her leg a little. He rubbed it with alcohol wiioes. I felt no envy.


About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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