I often sit here gazing down the river. I find it soothing after the dreams. It’s quiet at three in the morning before the hubbub of the day. A few strands of mist lie along the opposite bank, obscuring the towpath. Temple Island glows dully in the moonlight. Summer is nearly over; the chill is [&]

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