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Fresh from a shower
after a day spent digging in the mud for next week's veg, this skinny little vegan, who tells me her dreams are made of cheese, drops her towel takes my hand leads me to an unmade bed watched over by Indian dreamcatchers holds my breath in nimble fingers and pulls me into her world.
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