One night when I had tasted bitterness I went out on to the hill. Dark heather checked my feet. Below marched the suburban lamps.Windows, their curtains drawn, were shut eyes, inwardly watching the lives of dreams. Beyond the sea’s level darkness a lighthouse pulsed. Overhead, obscurity. I distinguished our own house, our islet in the tumultuous and bitter currents of the world. There, for a decade and a half, we two, so different in quality, had grown in and in to one another, for mutual support and nourishment, in intricate symbiosis.
Landing Pages Study – part 1
17 May 2017