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Hallowe’en Moon: waxing crescent As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only… T. S. Eliot, East Coker It’s early morning. The air

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Moon: waxing crescent Music: Goodbye to Language, Daniel Lanois ‘… wood, with a gift for burning’ Adrienne Rich, Song It’s been a busy couple of weeks at Mud Station. There’s so much to plan and organise, and much of the work I find physically rather hard. The simplicity and correctness of it keeps me going,

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