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The Lost Lover

I was fascinated by the way a writer builds from a blank page whereas a sculptor chips away at stone until he or she finds the image that lies hidden inside. In Malta, where my parents lived the last almost forty years of their lives, the stone is soft and creamy white, turning to gold as it ages, and the husband in the marriage that I describe is a sculptor.



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