archives for Tuesday 26 July 2005
overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 2
Tuesday 26 July 2005 | I like a cookie
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sagacity unfurled
So she drew her mother away, skipping, dancing, and frisking fantastically....It was as if she had been made afresh, out of new elements, and must perforce be permitted to live her own life, and be a law unto herself, without her eccentricities being reckoned to her for a crime.
• the unreliable narrator •
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