Barely enough time to visit the asylum today, caught in our own madness.
I'd strayed late on Friday and the expected visitors were already drinking the wine. Saturday mixed elements and a walk through leaf strewn paths past Japanese trees, twisted arches dripping with pods of seeds and winding stone stairways to broken and barred doorways.
Later, we stood together outside and looked at the brown sky and the moon, swirling behind blue smoky clouds.
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