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Photo by Anthony Jones, April 21, 2017

It was very late. I was in a room full of books; books which had not been touched for years. I love the smell of old books and that gorgeous loneliness which comes in the very early hours when the world is silent, safely surrounded by all those pages, written by all those brilliant minds and hearts who dared to leave messages for us… I chose at random; took out the first book which seemed to call for a look. It was a collection by the beautiful Robert Browning… I began to read. There was no sound except the camera clicking… the photographer stood over my shoulder when suddenly I saw the date of publication: of all the choices in the room, I had taken a book published on the exact same date on which I was now reading it – 154 years later… dead writers, living writers… a psychic universe… writers are telepathic… I didn’t choose the book that night; that book chose me.

The Naked Blonde Writer’s favourite Browning poem: My Last Duchess.

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