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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. | death edward-thomas gerard-manley-hopkins john-keats kate-atkinson literary-allusions literary-quotes william-blake william-wordsworth quotes beautiful william-shakespeare dying | Kate Atkinson |