Monday, November 14, 2016

passing through Oxford

A couple of hours in Oxford - and I've been away long enough, and have spent so little time here since my mother no longer has her flat here, that I've started to see it with tourist eyes, or rather, perhaps, see it, and not just take everything as familiar.  Of course, it's full of ghosts, everywhere - so many layers of my past - and therefore not always entirely comfortable (although terrific, beyond terrific, to see old friends).  

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