I’m writing to you from a makeshift desk in the front room. I’m set up in here while I’m painting my study, turning it from grey to green. The view is the same as from my study, but more cinematic. The big picture windows let the sky in and the river is like a lung, breathing in and out - tugged by moon and tide. It’s easy to imagine the Englishman who …
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