Alexandra Harris

Everything Flows

To the River: A Journey Beneath the Surface

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On a hot June afternoon, a golden cloud of pollen comes wheeling across a Sussex meadow. It is too late in the year for alder or hazel, though it might be nettle or dock: it is hard to distinguish at a distance the architecture of the grains. ‘Didn’t Plato think there was a wind that could impregnate horses? It couldn’t have been more fertile than this generative swarm, twelve feet long and a yard wide, that rolled towards the waiting flowers.’

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