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Of tinkers, magic – and the perils of mixing grape and chain.

I’m holding a small piece of black plastic with a hole at the top, like a short, fat, dysfunctional needle. Or a midget-sized witch’s magic wand. I waft the holey end in front of a little light and – abracadabra … Continue reading

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Bamboo and dumplings with a four part trio

I’m lying in bed, before sunrise, looking at the trees. Not a tremor, not a shiver, not a flutter. No wind. No rain. Amazing. An hour later the sun’s shining, the sky’s blue, the world’s a happy place – and … Continue reading

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