Browsing through "
By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept" by Elizabeth Smart this morning, after my arrival at KSP, I was seeking to get myself into an appropriately literary head space. A particular passage stayed with me "
I can carry love like St Christopher. It is heavy but I can carry it. It's the stones of suspicion I stumble on." p.85 Walking later in the grounds of Katherine's house, with the midday sun a heavy palm upon my head I found these two small figurines. Strangely enough I have yet to find a passage with a Pokemon simile - perhaps I should switch to the Barker....
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