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The Dark Numbers
The view from the top was absolutely stunning but it was difficult to hold on.
From that eminence, the crowd became a festive quilt of anger and good will, a hundred thousand people pressed into the Green, activists and ordinary folk, greens and reds and anarchists and even fascists crowding in, picking up kids and perching them on shoulders, couples cuddling, folk with picnics, carry outs.
Every so often they clapped or the cheered. The folk at the back could have no idea what for but they clapped anyway out of solidarity.
The banners flapped gently in the wind and strained at the webbing straps that secured them to the point of the obelisk. Chas could see policemen percolating through the crowd towards her.To read more of this text follow the link to The Dark Numbers
Chanting the Words
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The silence is utter .
I open the double glazed window just to check – the KnAAPA factory is humming somewhere in the distance – a constant discrete machine hum as though they are still try to keep it a secret here in the deep dark woods.
2
My gran was a woman of clarity who died, ten years ago, aged 94. Her name was Kate.
She kept the faith and kept her mind - she was not quite so miserly with the counsel.
I was fond of Kate. She told me what rules were and how to live by them. Rules enabled her to live clear and defined through her appalling century.
I ignored the rules (mostly) until I realised you cannot live without rules…
but you can choose which rules.
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Jaded Warrior
Tasting the last kiss
of Friday night, they depart
from diff'rent platforms
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