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Canality: the curse of choice

“How tempting to trespass in these Italian gardens with their smirk ouches and sweet-smelling borders, To lean on the low Parapet of some pursive fountain And drowse through the unctuous day.” W.H. Auden, The Age of Anxiety, 1947 Briare, mid-France … Continue reading

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