ty, ty of t t afternoon    to itself; perfect transparency must be imperable, tical bars of a brass-coloured distillation of ligerstices in a sky    bulge    struck tiained fingers, ttered. A cold day of late October,    a cups underfoot in t slime of dead bra ing cold of ter t grips    tigark elders    mu o make you smile but it is not yet, not quite yet, t time of ting sense of t cessation of being; turning, turns in on itself. Introspective her, a si hush.

        tep betrees ao its inal privacy. Once you are i, you must stay til it lets you out again for to guide you t safety; grass grerack years ago and nos and tle labyriir affeta skirts of    round . tumbling croig in tted s, ream    margins of mars it ime of t, blackiser to ice. All ill, all lapse.

        A young girl o trustingly as Red Riding o    t admits no ambiguities and, rapped in ly as it seems.

        tem of otimate perspectives of terloper, traveller oed dista perpetually receded before me. It is easy to lose yourself in these woods.

        tes of till air, as if my girliso a sound. ttle tangled mist in ts, mimig tufts of old mans beard t flossed trees and bused fruit    treats. One by oo trees ts cradle of ripped branc I felt I    al tle around me, I t t nobody    me.

        Erl-King will do you grievous harm.

        Piergly, noe as if it came from t of t bird left alive. t call, ,    directly to my .

        I il its perspectives verged upon a darkening clearing; as soon as I sa o all its octs ing for me from t I first stepped into tiene in the world.

        It ive a sele brooget . A lean, tall, reddiss great cy fox, its muzzle so a point, laid its runk of a scarlet roo c delicately stretco peer at    of uny    of snoed softly, so t he knew I had arrived.

        he smiles. he lays down his pipe, his elder bird-call. he lays upon me his irrevocable hand.

        e green, as if from too muc the wood.

        t you.

        t of ticks and stones and    of yelloream in a tin pail.

        does ? y of tetles; savoury messes of cmeg;    ed fungi are fit to eat; ands t ligs, t you cook like tripe, erelle s fan-vaulting and faint st of apricots, all spring up ained by nature, existing in a void. And I could believe t it he woods.

        in to gatural treasures, ely as s    ;bum-pipes" or "piss-t; and flavours tra    tou t Michaelmas.

        , t milk and    c ic taste. Sometimes raps a rabbit in a snare of string and makes a soup or ste tures in it. old me about ttle ones disappear dos until t is over and out to run around as usual. old me oad ream in summer er; t me. o ts from reeds and o baskets and into ttle cages in which he keeps his singing birds.

        cs, rapped birds.    is, to keep     me ed teettle gleaming on them.

        ic s    ly on trees since Judas ells me, tempting my o dry, too -- tid te, a s, acrid smoke, a brig I    you ot get a tu of ts strings are broken.

        No    its s on times, tly, yet more entigly, in ttles doo tling straender butc, hes.
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