This is such a powerful insight.

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Apr 22·edited Apr 22

Just had to add a Christina Stead quote here. After checking on the fish oil stew, Louie and her father take "...their walk down the heavy-headed avenue, dark with rain. Banks of loose cloud covered the sky, floating higher and away. The east seemed distant, a glum blue, but the waves and trees seemed still of one element...." Is this the calm before the final storm in the annals of Pollitry????

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