saturday

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somedays I need the sea to scrub my spirit like the scrubbing I got at the bain de marais in paris when, afterwards, my skin was pink and gleaming


Elizabeth Duvivier is a drowsy fabulist. Partial to long walks and afternoon naps, she has a rather immodest love of ice cream.

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