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lost in transit | lost in transit

mary-wilkinson's picture
Dec.02.2012
It was good to be home. The first thing I did, once the dogs stopped mauling me with their canine appreciation of my presence, was to light the big fat cream-coloured candle on the kitchen table. It was that kind of day, soupy, misty, ghostly and the light, even from the humble candle meant a great...