In which I have a dream unlike MLK
So I was at a conference of some kind, vaguely religious or journalistic: people sat at long benches along refectory tables, and we were discussing the Bishop of Southwark when a slim, dark-haired woman, a friend of mine though unidentifiable … Continue reading In which I have a dream unlike MLK Continue reading →
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