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Friday March 29th 2013    Tim Candler


   Idleness around the long term compost pile, inadequate sorting, thorny rose, small tree trunks, the occasional stone, odds and ends of wire and plastic, and possibly a sleeping Cobra. These things provide an opportunity to reappraise self and the meaning of life in general. 

     For some years now, my own preference has been to hold out for some sort of absolution from my sin, followed by a miraculous disappearance of the long term compost pile.  Hasn't happened, doesn't look as though it will happen without penance through a cruel physical labor.


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