Nervous

twitch, stuttered speech in his stone cottage in Ampleforth whose abbeyed choir raises perpendicular majesty over New Yeared hills where we walked upwards that fresh cold day over crisp iced soil and indulge his warm invitation, while metal railway station signs hang above his doorways, unlit steam train lamps crowd his sideboards. We would not see each other again.

 

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