Shimura Curves

Friday, May 19, 2006

Sometimes I Think I Can Fly

This morning, my favourite weather, blustery, bit of mist but not full-on rain, standing on the train platform with the wind whipping my hair into a Pre-Raphaelite birdsnest, I stood on my tip-toes, my nose into the wind, arms outstretched, and almost thought that the wind would carry me up, up, and away, soaring over London like a bird, or Mary Poppins...


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