So we went to Agua Fria Nursery today, to stock up for the gaps in our pots - the whole of the end of their property is a really pleasing riot of wildness, since they presumably just plant out what doesn't sell. And there, inexplicably, at the end of the garden, were four girls apparently just sitting ... having spent two or three days reading Tom Wolfe's The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (and writing - somehow managing to tie in Ken Kesey and internal acid flashes and external strobe lighting to Walter Pater's pulsations, which might be pushing my luck), it all seemed a little unreal.
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