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The beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning, I’m not sure.

Nine years ago, I think, I decided that I would write a book.  I don’t remember the day exactly, but I suspect I would have been in England and that I had walked around a couple of bookshops, seens thousands … Continue reading

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