Friday, 2 January 2015

Goodbye Sailor

October, 2013:

Scented candles on my home-made shabby chic bedside table and a blank and fragile, indefinitely knowing nod from the silver Ophelia on the art nouveau mirror stood on it. Down duvets in washed out, grand-aunt florals , lilac though they were once purple. And minty teeth. And eucalyptus shampoo. So fresh. The expansive feeling that I have actually written the one book I always wanted to write, and I can tell it goodbye sailor .

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