On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Mount Ephraim, anticlockwise. 3.45pm.
Ants in shining black armour have moved sand and soil, grain by grain, to make themselves a cavernous fortress among the roots of grass. Today, the lawn; tomorrow, the world.
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And the day after that they plan to collapse my conservatory if all the sand around the edges is anything to go by.
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