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Oxford, Spring 2024: my pylone-protected earth now a wetland too deep for x-country. Luckily its beauty doesn't need to be felt underfoot to be seen through my eyes. It is changing and still, solid and transparent. It is home. Everything natural and free exists here. And I wonder at it, soaking up that feeling as the soil soaks up the floodwater; memories immortalised in my flesh. For the next time I'm back I fear it will be a carpark. I hope that day never comes.