"Memories, Dreams, Reflections"

I've borrowed the title from Jung's book as a rough approximation of this essay by an octogenarian called Vincent.

He has a tale to tell about how he came by his copy, He was practising as a Mickel therapist, never mind what that was. A client lent him the book. When should he return it? She said "Come and see me, and we'll have time to discuss it". She lived on a farm arbour 10 miles away where she ran a stud farm. as a happily married man who wasn't attracted to her, he kept it, found little if anything of interest, and gave it to a charity shop.

Moving along swiftly, this is about the website he set up, rochereau.uk. It was originally called perpetual.lab.blogspot.com, which no longer exists, though you can see some of it on the Wayback Machine. Here's one from 2012: Sunday morning, late February.

The layout is much better than the blogger version, which you can click to enlarge.

As this is but a rambling aside to his story, I've decided to publish it now. Next time when I'm using my 

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