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David Harsent, 6 October 1994
“... faces of my children staring out across the bay as if they might catch my eye, already whitened by sunlight and salt, between an acre of sea and an acre of sky. The answer –? The answer is –? The answer, I thought, is to slip this dead hand and swim for that stony spit and the serpentine rocks, where I fished myself out and stripped off laying my ... ”