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Roger Deakin, “Waterlog”

1 November 2012 1,415 views No Comment

Some of the best metaphorical writing I have read for a long time:

“The restless Dorset sea fondles and gropes at the rock-shelf like a lover’s hand sliding up a stockinged thigh … and when the tide is up the snowy waves shampoo over the rocks and waterfall off its seaward rim.”

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