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Thursday 12 June 2008 | I like a cookie
I was SO not just standing at the ironing board, Irish step-dancing in place to this song, half in tears. Nope. Not this hard-bitten cookie.
feel your arms are opening out
see your eyes are lifted to god
and this curve is your smile
and this cross is your heart
and this line is your path
[kate bush, “the red shoes”]
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