At night, in the garden, it occurs to you that it might have been your heart that left … - Sarah Hall

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I've been a vegetarian for a while now and I try to give my body plenty of what it craves.

Sarah Hall

At night, in the garden, it occurs to you that it might have been your heart that left you as you reached the capital. Your heart might not have travelled well, closed up in its cavity, quivering and gnawing at the bars of your ribcage during the commute. It might be tracking north now, along edgelands, past spoil-heaps and stands of pylons, under motorway passes, back to the higher ground. Back to him.

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