I notice the leaves in the Jardin have changed / overnight,
but mention this to no one / for fear of continuity problems.
“A book should be like a lot of spit. But who would publish me? Who publishes a person who’s sort of soaking in pain, who can’t always walk, employed only pretty much in name?”
Caren Beilin | Revenge of the Scapegoat
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