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04/28/2026 14:58h
Homeless and never sadder, dragging bags, spending money, leaning over luggage, suddenly saying, “Without you, God, I can’t continue.” Who was that? And then I lift it and walk to find one book. Up Iffley Turn to the Hawkwell and Tree Inns and down over a lock into an extended filthy river through the Thames Valley and over a meadow into town: two fats, one fishing and one man on a bike swerving through Cotswold cow pads. I ask: “Do you know the fastest way to City Centre?” No, yes, no! Circle Magdalen College, and the mall, the High, Broad Street,