Sunday, April 22, 2012

Dandelions and Buds in Hulme

It is always the way that when you need something the most, it becomes out of reach; it dissipates, like dead dandelions to wind when you want to take them home and put them in a vase.
And then you fall upon a new verve you had forgotten you needed; it persists into existence from the earth on which you stand.
P.S. I always wonder why Hulme park - as part of its regeneration project - has a hill.

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