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Writer, actress, yes I know.

Nonetheless.

Aquiver, sir, to the brim. Snuffing the air like a haughty hart primed to travel the sty, the street, the country, the world, to watch, to connect, to contend, in a word, to write (mainly verbs) of the dramo-culturo-artisphere of any shore that will yield to my pawing houfs. Idealistic and foundless ambition of a mind stewed with a supperating Sebastian in his souk in Rabat? Delusions of a dame drenched in the dream of a crusted Kate crashing through the surf of her salt-self with a Bogey fit to grizzle her garter?

A coward who talks a lot?

We shall see, mister, we shall see. Pass the cheroot.

thehitchcockblonde [at] hotmail.co.uk