Found out late n = 2 and that the wind does this to all numbers so as n approaches and p approaches np approaches. I love n more than p. It’s in poissons as I said before & in the blind probably. N hunters. The d-ducks are d-dead after the n hunters shoot. Hunters with lovely famous cash probably. And in the pond that is the decoy pond in other words I stole it from your head of creative writing that my heart melts in me. And in the lane a leaf is on what I love, or none. The shiny round alternatives birds need. Facing into the wind, successful in the blind, the old hunter he is the one at wrotham at fritton and at ranworth.