Through a Glass, Darkly

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We glimpse …
I was going to make some sort of a joke about it being “liminal”, a very “Penwith’s deeply spiritual landscape” word, and then I remembered the feeling of looking into that deep cold dark water and how the weather looked a hell of a lot better on the other side.

And in fact we call the old quarry, a very non-new-agey, Coconut Grove. Most of the year, not today mind, it’s heady with the scent of gorse flowers.

Nothing if not ambivalent me.

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