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13 May 2008


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Just gorgeous. One big thing I still miss about moving away from the village where I used to live is my old dog-walking route: the miles and miles of bluebell woods and the riverbank along which she and I used to wander morning and evening. Seeing this has brought it all back and I am wallowing in nostalgia.

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  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

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