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Watermark by Davina Quinlivan
I stand on the threshold to her flat and watch myself close the door.
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Shalimar, an extract, by Davina Quinlivan
Hepworth carved a Burmese Baby from the blackest wood, silent and shining. She conjured him with her own hands.
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Davina Quinlivan at Stanfords, Bristol
Davina Quinlivan reading from and talking about Shalimar
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