I stood next to a puddle while the wind blew waves across it, but the sun was warm enough to make me look up at it squinting. It's properly, almost, spring.
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Philip Pullman: The Subtle Knife: Adult Edition (His Dark Materials)
Alex Ross: The Rest Is Noise: Listening to the Twentieth Century
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