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| Road up to Firle Beacon from Southeast Halt. |
Oh the joy of walking! I’ve never felt it so strong in me. . . . the trance like, swimming, flying through air; the current of sensations & ideas; & the slow, but fresh change of down, of road, of colour; all this churned up into a fine thin sheet of perfect calm happiness.
October 2, 1934
(D4 246)
Oh yes, the joy of walking!
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