Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
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Why don't you post the Wasafiri poems to your blog-- now that they're published, and you hold the copyright... After a few months, perhaps? It can only be good advertisement for the magazine.
equivocal: i might do...let's see.
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