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1 " there are between life partners sliding layers of history, tectonic plates of it shifting over the decades together. "
― Helen Simpson , Cockfosters
2 " Sometimes when she woke from a flabbergasting dream Liz would lie very still to see if she could net it before it fled; perfectly still, eyes closed, not moving her head, as if the slightest shift would tip the story-bearing liquid, break its fragile meniscus and spill the night’s elusive catch. "
