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Yesterday, despite the rain, was a bright day: we started the formwork. Filled with concrete bases and concrete. Walrus wrote in wet cement something, do not read what, with what looked like a pencil or eyeliner. He brought the car, the floor of his old battered Peugeot. I threw three or four dimes and Nuni Pike asked. "What Nuni?" I asked. He laughed mockingly. Opened two tetra noon and waited for Mayor Master Builder. When he arrived he spoke with Pike, two or three minutes, alone. Pike gestured. After Mayor Master Works Walrus approached and said, "Go back to load, you have to let it drop, slowly." Pilotines charged to fill and left. I said, was a bright day. Hummingbird or news. I would have liked to see him, haunting, drawing perfect circles. But no. When you least expect it, the better.