The sun came out today and it suddenly felt, and smelled, like summer. Fortunately, I’d noticed a half a bottle of olives in the fridge when I was doing a clear-out. (No one else in my family throws anything away, and the moulds that grow when I’m on the other side of the world are truly magnificent.) For us, few things say

karen christensen's corona typewriter on t s eliot's desk

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