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(a note to say--)
(-- not really here: scabbing half an hour of internet while a tumble dryer runs, to post the things I'd already written and get caught up on urgent e-mail. I went down to the beach with my cousins and my face still tastes a little of salt. Sea foam was being blown up the beach, and crepuscular rays abounded. Happy new year, to those of you who celebrate that now.)
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