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a tale of two cities
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“has that place in the cloisters become an echo chamber for multiple timelines where I made the same choice?”
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to be a tree
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‘the trees outside the window weren’t just green and brown, they were purple round the edges, and orange, merging with the blue of the sky like a watercolour’
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the lost flat
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“….For some reason today I wasn’t to be the lucky one. (The reality was that many, if not most, times in my life I had been the lucky one)….”
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winter in whitstable
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“….. fearing if I show him or them or it, what I need, there won’t be anything there for me, that my desire will manifest as a white expanse of nothingness with me in the centre…”