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I’ve bought some material for sewing — a pretty medieval print for a little peasant dress and a maroon purple knit for a jumpsuit.

Will go really nice with my purple necklace.

 

Also got some Wranglers. Real heavy denim. Mum had a seizure!
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Blood all over the place!

 

A printer out the back at work got his hand caught in the proof press and was rushed to hospital.

No-one seemed overconcerned — Tom (the foreman) said it was the 12th in four years.

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Saw a programme tonight on transvestites — really cool. These men (?) are absolutely sincere women; I think it helped us understand them.
They’re very peaceful, gentle women. They were born men by mistake, it seems.

They’re a bloody scream though, all the same.

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A beautiful Sunday

 

Carol, Mike, P and I set off this afternoon to a river, solitary and peaceful.
We sat and sang folk songs, the wind tearing through our hair and the river flowing past us.
When the sun went down we lit a fire and sat around it, like gypsies, no-one in sight, only the river and miles of hills and trees.


And tonight Leonard Cohen was on TV.

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E-n-t-r-a-n-c-e-d-!


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My cousin Jill sent me The Broken Wings and it’s so beautiful. I love some lines so much I have to read them over and over again, so I don’t get far.

Gibran is probably the person I most admire in the whole world.

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My idea of a party . . .

 

… is sitting on the floor in a big circle, brilliant music, some grass or acid for those who need it, and all cool PERCEPTIVE people.

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I'm back -- are you?

 

 

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As usual, I seem to have been the last one to know.

I wondered why I’d been feeling so deadbeat these past few months; thought it was just the humidity getting me down — until I stumbled upon my own gravestone adorned with the words:

A precious one from us is gone
A voice we loved is stil ed
A place is vacant in our ho e
That never can be f lled

Year 6 poetry at best, but never mind — what about the missing letters? Is there a hidden meaning there or was it just common or garden grave robbers at work? Of what value were L, M and I to them?

Well, I will leave you to ponder that while I concentrate on getting myself brushed off and breathing again.

No need to weep for me, ladies and gentlemen; I am certain I will make a full recovery from this petit mort because it is patently clear some of you need me back in the classroom!
At least two of our girls got into a lot of trouble during the holidays without something to keep them focused. I deeply regret now that I was not there to give them guidance, and look forward to working with them again. They know who they are.


Btw, what do you think about the beard I cultivated over the holidays? Like?

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Talk to me!

Also let me know if you have some special interests you’d like us to take up in the coming weeks. I am all for a good project and to hell with the curriculum.

— Best wishes and warm greetings, Sam Pickett

 

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(New duds for 2010)

 

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