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Sport 39: 2011

Epilogue

Epilogue

Late evening I cook dinner and we watch a black and white Western. The geographer wears an old dressing gown and sellotaped reading glasses. He will leave in the morning. With a whistle the cowboy wheels his horse, winks from under his hat and rides homeward. As the sun compacts in tangerine slow motion the horse’s legs wheel away. For a moment he exists in the air.