Lots for us to learn here, Bill. The ending shocks. And makes sense. I find
myself backtracking to symptoms of an ironic immunity you reveal when
noting successive realizations.
On Tue, Jan 1, 2019, 2:46 PM Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask] wrote:
> I set off for a walk one rainy night.
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> I noticed that I was not getting wet.
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> How odd, I thought, are my clothes watertight?
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> Just boots and jeans and shirt, red flannelette.
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> I gazed up at the trees above to check
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> if they might be protecting me - but no -
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> it was so dark that I could not detect
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> their leaves and anyway, what would this show?
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> The thing is it was clearly raining hard.
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> Ahead, behind, the ground was all a-jolt.
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> But still my shirt, my skin remained unmarred.
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> and then it struck me like a thunderbolt.
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> Though the wind might blow and it might hail,
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> Married now, I’m Mrs Russell Drysdale.
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>
> bw
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> 2.1.19
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