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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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