Frag One

I set my mind down, knowing that this is bound to be lost.

I don’t have a place yet. No home, no town, no strong familiarity to call my own.

No girlfriend, no wife, no loved one, no child.

They are all a statement of fact.

I have decided on my place, Oxford. Its not mine yet, but it will be.

I can’t explain why it will be, its like dowsing. I’ve stepped all around the lines, and the sticks didn’t cross. As soon as I step in here, they twitch like crazy, and I’ve no idea why.

Maybe its an element of weariness, having moved so much, travelled so long, feeling a need to set down the roots. But I sense its something stronger.

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