Via Paul Hollis – a nebulous friend caught in the stream. Not stuck as prey in a spiderweb, but absent from my site like an angel.

An RSVP To Remember

I can’t regret to say that, at the Woodwood reunion, I will be not there.
I came to Woodwood as an outsider, experienced it as an outsider, and left as an outsider.
There is no hound of heaven that will track me over hill and dale, or through glen or fen, and bay over my prostrate body to raise a speck of Woodwood spirit. It is not there.
I was there, I suppose, I left, and nobody remembers it, least of all me.

So, when will I come to a reunion of Woodwood, class of 58? Alas, the crow above my suburban home, black as stygious night, quoth “Nevermore”.

Who am I to question the local oracle of NeverNeverLand?

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