A loaded skip has been wrapped in a tarpauline. For a moment I see it as a camoflaged tank.
The heat returns. People in the Grove this afternoon walk slowly as though stunned by it but seem to enjoy the enforced calm.
"It is in the nature of irony to be misunderstood for what it is by those at whom it is directed." From The Sayings of Chairman Petrarch.
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