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in the middle of that purple june.

19 June, 2009

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Which of the places, objects, and recreations surrounding me now had shaped which parts of my grown – or outwardly grown – self? Had they anything to do with my innate loneliness, my strange satisfaction at thinking myself so misunderstood, my reluctance to recognise love where I ought to have seized it?” – Fenno, Three Junes by Julie Glass


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