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Narcissus by Blake Morrison

Narcissus Thinking the boiler had packed up from lack of oil I climbed the rusty tank to peer down the hatch and there I was, bright-faced and young again, in the viscous black pool at the bottom. Blake Morrison Reprinted by permission of Chatto & Windus from Shingle Street (2015)

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