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Monthly Archives: July 2012
Swimming in lakes
The waitress must have been sitting on a small stool behind the counter because when I left my table to find the toilet, I only saw her head between polished yellow cups, a napkin dispenser, the small hand-painted bowl with … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Memoir
Tagged Autobiography, Lake, Stanton St John, Swans, Swimming, Writer's block
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Not all those who wander are lost
‘Are you writing a novel?’ I turn to the table next to me where two young men are sitting – one in a grey suit, the other in a crumpled shirt, jacket slung over the back of his chair. It’s … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, History, Memoir
Tagged Autobiography, British Library, Fiction, History, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Sir Humphry Davy, Writing
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