great reading stuff arrived some weeks ago from the old shores and made life on the morning bus bearable. didi has featured on other pages on this blog and if you've payed any attention you have seen some of his work by now.
the somewhat fragmented text reminded me in some settings of our mid twenties, when there was just enough spell left from our student days to keep us wishing we would never grow up. some beautifully disguised names and places, just who deacon ross is i'll never figure out...
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