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He touches kindness with oblique persistence, and travels well. He has a deep solitary streak, but offers the most beautiful food – sausage lasagna, coq au vin, thai curry made with pepper paste from the garden – as if company feeds mind, heart and soul. He walks a lot, shining or grim.
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invitation