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the sun has come out after many days of low sky and rain; so I have whisped back to the bittersweet crushes that walked the avenues of Lancaster University wondering how I could approach the next essay



‘“I don’t know,” he said …’: … I was so in naïve when I went to university


‘noticed how her hair parted back …’: part of a triptych of naïvelove – tripped, falling and as mauve and mist-rising as a heathland morning


‘snatched from his …’: being so besotted pulled me beyond myself, alive and naïve


Grizedale College:                                                                                                                                         … sigh!





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