Here are some misty views from my bike last week
Today sitting in the sun, I entered the world of Gormenghast. "This tower.. arose like a mutilated finger". His sentences taste delicious so far. I want to tear off the pages and pin them in my hair.
I also ate a duck egg. I was apprehensive. It was big. I had to slam it hard to crack it open. If you hold it up to the sunlight it becomes semi-transparent and etheral, like an opal. And inside the yolk is a deep, dirty orange like 1970s wallpaper and those seat covers you get on the Bakerloo line.
I'm beginning to like hills. Pedal pedal wheeze creak wheeze.
Then freewheeeeeeelin
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