Surrounded by the heady scent of brandy, indulging the cakes one more time. Engrossed by Martin Davies' The Conjuror's Bird with its lichen and moss obsessions, so I see it everywhere.
Magically pruned tree - it has the coyest knees. On Pp's doorstep, where I've spent a happy few hours, and come away proud owner of one more hat. Once a hat girl, always a hat girl. Can't stop collecting now.
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