Apologies for an absence most of the week. Priorities compel choices. This week I've been a bit like the science teacher in my first year at Secondary School who used to pour some mercury on the work bench and push it around and then try to gather the globules together into one recapturable blob. I seem to have been running after fragments of time and trying to pull together too many different things into a coherent whole!
But it's national poetry day so here's a poem:
A Stranger here
Strange things doth meet, Strange treasures lodg'd in this fair
World appear;
Strange all, and New to me.
But that they mine should be, who nothing was,
That Strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.
Thomas Traherne
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