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the sun is level with your eyes by 2 pm these days, 6 o'clock dark at 3, midnight black by 5 which is, if nothing else, a little disconcerting, a little end-of-days.

other things: the man who plays the wooden piano on the street was here again, rocking slowly in the way that reminds me of ilan in the half-light of thomas; the trees outside my window have arranged their naked pen-and-ink arms almost perfectly in the same kind of natural abstraction as church bells; last week, with jess in coffee-yard, i drank smooth and expensive espresso with a tawny skin on top like agate while i rested my feet high above the floor on the bar of the chair beside me.

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On November 30th, 2006 04:09 pm (UTC), tilney commented:
If you are still in York, I know which man you mean. I even have a photo of him. All this means that I am now very, very nostalgic. The last time I've seen him, he was playing the main theme from The Piano and it was so, so beautiful.
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On November 30th, 2006 04:56 pm (UTC), wildbluesky replied:
i am still in york - im doing my MA at the centre for medieval studies this year. how much time have you spent here? i know, i love the piano guy, hes so lovely and unexpected.
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On November 30th, 2006 06:09 pm (UTC), tilney replied:
That sounds absolutely lovely. I envy you so much. I spent 4 very happy months there, on a scholarship in York St John. I loved it, and I think there is no better place to do Medieval Studies. The magic is quite obvious.
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