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Wittgenstein’s Garden (2)895. Herbal garden and kitchen greens facing south over the river. Monks living in cloister stone, mortar and rectangular systems. People with a special urge for the laying of paths.896. Monks weeding the garden, Mumbling among the roots. Spreading words among worts; let the ants take them. Many hundred years here at Hütteldorf…

Wittgenstein’s Garden (1)78. The deer is a frozen play of colours in the frosty morning. Ears turn and eyes stare; vigilance ticking between us.79. The only motion is the greywhite vapour from the nightblack nostrils as the lungs pump under the coat of fur; one second, two seconds, three.80. Greenish, yellowish, brownish, greybrown, reddish brown,…

DandelionVe grow in cracks, ve creep out of crevices, squeeze up between pavestones, wedge into rocks, sink taproots into the soil, spread across meadows, turn green to yellow. Ve drill into the underground, ve undermine the borders, ve fly with the wind.Ve have followed you since you first began digging holes, since you first began…