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10 July 2008


I cannot think of a writer who paints pictures with words the way you do. I remember the first time I read you, many years ago, and feeling a little shiver that I have only felt while reading a handful of times in my life. This is all by way of saying: this is beautiful. Perfect. Every word.

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