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The Ladder in the Lilac Tree 2 Colin is the first to notice the approaching stranger. He is coming from the direction of the shops and he's dressed as though for a winter's day, despite the sultry heat. Colin suspects from the first that his destination is the railing to which Frank clings, but Frank himself seems oblivious to the man, and even when he glances up there is no suggestion in his expression or stance that he either recognises the stranger or guesses his purpose. Colin's intuitive assumption is correct. The man veers from the path and acknowledges Frank with a raised, gloved hand. Colin moves closer ; he is, perhaps, expecting someThe Ladder in the Lilac Tree 2
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The Ladder in the Lilac Tree 1Concentrate. A change is coming. We will not be here much longer. Concentrate. Let go. Let go of the ladder. There is no way to go but upwards. It would be meaningless to look down, or to listen. We are moving upwards. A short while ago there were clouds in a blue sky, but now there is emptiness. There are neither colours nor perspective here. We are moving, but upwards has itself become a meaningless word. We are changing, or what is not us is changing, giving us a sense of change in ourselves. Now we can look. Nothing? Focus. Concentrate. If this is daThe Ladder in the Lilac Tree 1
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Time TravelTime TravelTime Travel
There is no war ; this is not wartime I'm not on the run Thinks Anna. Twenty-five years old a fortnight Tuesday Scanning strangers' eyes in greasy publight Seeing other faces meet her oblique glance with obliquity Semiconsciously constructing lives from clues Depending on the arbitrariness of that Which she has heard (it fascinated her for weeks) Called individual mythology. Family. Houses. Gardens. Pain. There is no war (she says to Richard Who doesn't really twig at all) No war, no revolution Nothing from which to conscientiously hid
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Little Things for Tall Gaby Little Things for Tall GabyLittle Things for Tall Gaby
He made little things which his friends loved to touch, whose wealth of decoration and detail intrigued them. We told him his work would become famous. He would make a comfortable living which would give him the freedom and his own time to make more things. It's the work which is important, he said. If I aim to earn money or to gain attention for myself the work will suffer. My motivation must be pure.
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