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Steve said nothing, but followed me about where I peered and pried and with inhuman joy became whatever I looked at. I was a blob of cuckoo-spit; a writhing spray of ivy; a very pungent smell of dockweed; a willow-leaf frizzling in the wind. I burrowed, I flew. I was beside myself. I could have stayed there for ever.
— Apr 07, 2015 06:04AM
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This is just a note to remind myself to type out the whole of page 65 tomorrow - reading it may well be enough to convince some of you to get hold of a copy of this. She writes wonderfully.
— Apr 07, 2015 02:44PM
