Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Minty breath, but dirty clothes

Whilst walking up the road as things lightened, and the birds stopped shouting, I found some peppermint growing out of the cracked tarmacadam, so I took some and, putting it in my mouth, chewed it.

It was almost like cleaning my teeth.

Still not quite right though, the headache is still in behind my eyebrows.

Just makes me realise how hungry I am.

And off over there (as the hedges diminish as I walk along, and I can see above the rise) is an Albonian tank, clockwork insides whirring, main gun black and steaming in the dawn-dew, dragging up the ground behind.

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