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So I'm not really blogging, because I'm buried in Devon at the entirely wonderful Retreats for You. So here, instead, is a little taste of my walk this afternoon (after 2000 words, in front of log fire, before delicious supper NOT cooked by me).
Posted at 06:51 PM in A Writer's Life, Art, Books and reading, Creativity, Historical Fiction, Inspiration, Photography, The New, Nameless Novel, You and your writing | Permalink
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