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Sunday, December 7, 2014

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Sleep is innocent. It runs, hides in the dark, is easily frightened by radiators, the drop of a digital clock. I have ac...
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Tess Kincaid
I adore the scent of old paper in secondhand bookshops, the dance of words on a page, gathering odd things like a magpie, fresh flowers, woolly socks, keeping company with art, the thrill of film, and concocting an occasional culinary delight for the people I love.
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