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| 795c792 | She fed him scraps from her ragbag because words were all that were left now. Perhaps he could use them to pay the ferryman. The air rippled and shimmered. Time narrowed to a pinpoint. It was about to happen. | beautiful death dying edward-thomas gerard-manley-hopkins john-keats kate-atkinson literary-allusions literary-quotes quotes william-blake william-shakespeare william-wordsworth | Kate Atkinson |