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By Snow-Leavis Posted on Jan 22, 2018January 22, 2018

‘This wreck was the Small Gains’

The words within this image are from ‘Offshore’ by Penelope Fitzgerald.

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Categories: Philosophy, This is Not yesterday, Two culturesTags: blossom, Drumdruills, Drumdruils, Offshore, Orchards, Penelope Fitzgerald, Peter J Gordon, Rab Scott, small gains, wrecks

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