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lovely sentence

There were holes in her memory, so many holes it was like lace, or a cabbage leaf when the caterpillars have ¬†been at it.’

p 132 Pat Barker, Noonday

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The one discordant note was a broken blind, which drooped like a half-shut eye-lid, making the room look as if it had suffered a stroke.

Pat Barker, Noonday, p75, Hamish Hamilton  2015

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