Sophie Duffy – Loneliness And The Writer

I was nervous about meeting this brilliant poet. But within half an hour I knew she was my kindred spirit. As I made my way from the big house to the lodge, I was nervous about meeting this brilliant poet. But Hilda turned up late with her juicer and laptop. Within half an hour I knew she was my kindred spirit; by the end of the week, the sister I don’t have.

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