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Saturday October 4th 2014  Tim Candler


   An inevitable cool is upon us, and here I don't mean swishing around in winkle-picker shoes, handing out Gauloises from a silver monographed cigarette case. I mean the kind of cool that's better reflected by hunting down cigarette butts and rolling paper.

    The period of winter always seems hungry, its energies more desperate. And yet when you think of what a long summer of drought can do to land, a mind has to pause, consider the little things, permit our own place in the world to accept insignificance. Which isn't something we're very good at doing.

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