A room I am living in. It is night. The room is part of a house - a ground floor room with low windows running alongside one wall. My bed is pushed against these windows. An image of it at night - I am looking from a distance at this room - as if I have just entered the room from a distant door. I am concerned that my room is unsafe from
outside forces. I am unsure now whether these forces are supernatural or merely criminal in origin. Are the windows safe? This is where the threat will get inside.
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At the old petrol station on Old Shoreham Road. I think I am there with Charles H. It is night-time. We are looking into the distance - over the horizon is a red and dramatic dash of sunset. Why is there still traces of day left in the depths of the night? Perhaps it is something to do with the time of year. The night feels cold and mysterious and deep.
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