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Wordsworth and Tigre
I am writing this sitting at the table in the picture. I would LOVE you to think I am having a Chatwin type adventure in the middle of nowhere. In many ways it is the middle of nowhere, but it is somewhere - somewhere just half an hour train ride from the centre of Buenos Aries. You can only get here by boat, at night there is the buzzing of nature and when you wake up at three o'clock in the morning you are scared because it is SO quiet. As I get older I think more and more about Words
