And down the road I look at Winchester on the Severn, the setting star glaring amber as ochre-sweet   honey spoils with jaundiced age in November.  I stand on the hill quietly knowing my life   will be unusual, different from how (and now) it was then.  Déjà vu― my wood-shingled boyhood   home, the…

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