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Don't make of us
more than we are,
We hold no great secret…
"Arabesque" (Moths and Wasps, 1997)
"I feel as if I should know you," Saskia Madding says as she approaches my chair.
She's been darting glances in my direction from across the café for about fifteen minutes now and I was wondering when she'd finally come over.
I saw her when I first came in, sitting to the right of the door at a window table, nursing a tall cup of chai tea. She'd been writing in a small, leather-bound