Walking through morning mists and greens towards a breakfast of jam with bread, fruit, eggs, marmite, and delicious tea with milk. Sitting in the children's choir rehearsal for King's Junior Voices, walking through the narrow aisles of the University Library to retrieve a book of James and Dewey's essays. Walking and walking through the streets of Cambridge, through the open skies of its common places, its old buildings and churches, its diversity. Settling in the evening stars of a clear sky over yet another open field.
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