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Kathleen Kenyon (1906-1978) sketched from a photo taken in 1952 at the site of a dig that became known as the Jericho Tomb. She was an archaeologist and an anthropologist, bible scholar and later director of the British Museum. I sketched her from a tiny photo next to the skeleton she dug up, when at the museum last year, as her face seemed to jump out at me.   After I had snoozed myself in much the same posture as the man in the picture (as one does on long train journeys) I sketched the man across the aisle from me. Most of the carriage was sleeping, like a fog descended on us all. But when I finished and looked at the pad it did remind me of someone else, a someone who was already on my mind. Kind of comforting, a subconscious manifestation of someone I miss, who was not there (not physically anyway). Maybe that is just me being weird?
I like the underground, it encourages people to sleep, meditate, read, observe, be patient and gives opportunities for kindness. Obviously that is if you are that way inclined.    "In the beginning there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry."
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The Authorthanks you for your intervention by slamming the door as you leave 
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