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lunch…alone…

“…lost to almost everything but a vague sense of jam and idleness”*  Although, pace Maggie Tulliver, in my case “jam” was supplanted by “lunch”. This perfectly conceived emotion had caught my imagination as I was reading last night and had come flooding back … Continue reading

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