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Fleeting gifts / Easter runup

Posted on March 22, 2008 by James Steerforth

they’re like sleeting rain, something that hits you lightly & obliquely, in an uneasy way between cold, cool and the thrill of the unknown, the thrill of not sure what to do with, and now I’ve got nearly seven minutes … Continue reading →

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