CONFESSIONS OF A LITERARY STALKER
Seven
06 Aug 2006
I’M STANDING SOAKED RIGHTTHROUGHTO my underwear high up on theYorkshire moors, peering through the twilight to get a photo of a cliff all but obscured by gusts of rain. Ten minutes later, I’ll strip to the skin in the car, and, two hours later, I’ll be... read more...
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