Twelve kinds of taste
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Fiction, Death, Parties, Social classes
Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended and the paddocks and bungalows began. The sandy road was gone and the paddocks and bungalows the other side of it; there were no white dunes covered with reddish grass beyond them; there was nothing to mark which was beach and where was the sea.
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Contemplative, prestige, character-led and intimate.
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“Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist.”
Born Katherine Mansfield Beauchamp in Wellington, New Zealand, she moved to England at age 19, mixed with modernist writers there, lead a very modernist life there, and died relatively young of tuberculosis (<a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katherine_Mansfield>Wikipedia</a>).
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