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To Lushkin : 14 August 2005 | 6 June 2016 



A bedsit.
A murderous gas fire bent in sending me across the road.
A window.
This is how I encountered this sanctuary in the midst of the city.
Fall of 1976.
I survived the gas fire.
Madonna, in her silence, greeted me.
Those ancient trees,enchanting reminders of my deep dreams.
Then, I was not aware of the poetry of Philip Larkin.
Nor of his description of this woods as a “sanctuary of nature”.
Hence, I appropriated it.



Work in progress.