Alex James

Say a little prayer

Alex James leads a Slow Life

issue 17 May 2008

My shadow was a tiny slippery puddle at my feet; the sun directly overhead and absolute. I had to crane my head right back to see it, not that you had to see it to know where it was. Free from the familiar clutter of light and shade, an enchanting landscape sat sublime at this celestial point due south, its grand symmetries wavering in and out of form and abstraction in the heat.

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