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Auroville chatAfter dinner I was pleased to talk a lady not of the common walk older than me - perhaps six and three who felt that there has come to be a colder way of living life a way that leads to stress and strife. (alas it's true, as all can see it's regularly expressed by me) But before I made this sentiment known indeed, before my agreement'd shown the tables split, the benches moved we were to opposite corners shov'd and found there was a meeting planned between the owners of the land and we, their guests, were forced to wait while they conducted their debate. And leaving them, I realised it is hardly needy to comment on a world grown rank and weedy when all the weeds, the dirt and stuff can comment on itself well enough. from the red notebook, 1997 |
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