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19 November 2006

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Laura

Such a pleasure to read what you write, Larry. Hope your heavy work period is over.

Clare

One of the things that I most love about living here is the light, how it is never static but always changes. Right now, 8:30 am, there is just the hint of it on the southern horizon, colouring the sky in those exquiste indigo tones.

larry

Laura--thanks for your note--I hope there will be more writing and less all-consuming work.

Clare--Life at a high latitude must surely select for a sensitivity to the subtle varieties of light, and, perhaps also, to the different kinds of darkness. That attraction of Arctic light is something I can understand, and I hope sometime to experience.

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