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Mist rolling in from the sea (but not on the Mull of Kintyre)

Amazing what Aged White can do. Paint, that is. BTP (Before The Paint), the head of our bed backed onto the green and silver wallpaper that someone, somewhere, had imagined resembled vegetation. I looked at it and felt Ophelia-esque. As … Continue reading

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