in the UK for a week or so now. I discovered this photo in a rural paper that covers the quaint Cheshire village of Huge Injection. Cats and dogs have been replaced by elephants, so it was some downpour. Many locals, mostly named Jethro and Caleb were swept away. In my opinion this is no bad thing for they were hirsute, and most probably cousins which I thought added a Darwinian aspect to the tragedy. Mention of this to the grieving families seemed not to help.
In the meanwhile fear stalks Manchester with the first diagnosis of trench head. Now it moves easily among the city, ebbing and flowing, like Poe's Red Death. Excepting it's more fungal. A bit of a worry nevertheless.
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For your sake I hope those Jethros and Calebs don't end up evaporating somewhere warmer and downstream, being carried back north and raining down in Manchester. Although a picture of raining Calebs and Jethros would be fun.
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That's an interesting if not disturbing idea. A circle of life from the book of Caleb, and lo he did moisturise and rise, and then he precipitated and fell, though only to rise again. I feel a book coming on...
and co-habitating with your wave forms, undoubtedly....
Now now, Hayden. I come from a Christian household and there'll be no co-habiting under this roof. Oh no.
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