Your prose always makes my mouth water, y'know? It's like. Er. Like the veggie bake my mum ganked from one of those Rosemary Conley books. It's probably a ridiculous comparison but... yeah. It settles warm in your belly, and it's good for you. Gives you life. It's necessary to survive. And at the same time it's rich and gorgeous and utterly delicious and yes, I am using food to descrive your writing.

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