The beautiful is becoming everyday.
I'm now moving amongst the mundane.
Squeezing my words through the laptop.
I'm processing my process.
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I had to roll out of the town - Osbaston and beyond - deeper into Wales.
The hills will slowly begin to shape my body.
The cadence scales the journey - notates the rotations.
Each ascent offers the reward of a new view - a new perspective.
The hedges are spongy and lush.
The fields, velveteen and succulent.
Aches are now curious consolation for my lonely efforts.
Laptop 'Fargo' before bed.
