26th March 1671

By an old swamp filled with half submerged office furniture I shook hands with a sad faced wastrel who carried a birdcage filled with bats, He talked hesitantly about Belguim and trenchfoot and smiled warmly when I mentioned he reminded me of tuesdays, Later in a clearing I found a wooden leg roasting chestnuts and singing songs of its youth.

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