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Monthly Archives: November 2010

barcelona

an unnecessarily beautiful hand-wringing wall. and, the hillsides of Mt Tibidabo, with eyes tuned to the tiny red dots of apricot-hearted fruit with spiky red coats. the last gust of low sunshine on top of Parc Guell. when i got back to London the canal was ice, the last of the autumn leaves suspended within, [...]

in the morning on my way to work I rode my bike through the lovely piles (heaps!) of crispy orange leaves . but the leaves were hiding fallen apples and my wheels slipped and I fell.  so, what is the metaphoric meaning?