The first two summer months were lived in a state of suspended animation. Like a refugee, waiting forlornly in a camp, I'd wondered about my fate with a hideous sense of doom. Despite the sunshine, the sea breeze and the lack of any meaningful schedule, I found no joy in my days. Instead, each sunrise seemed to bring the certainty that things would soon cut to black. Books that I'd meant
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