Last night your memory came to me

On November 12th, I suddenly remembered that it was exactly three years since the momentous Hay Festival.  So grateful for the blessings of books and poetry and the vibrant, beautiful memories.

Last night your faded memory came to me
As in the wilderness spring comes quietly,
As, slowly, in the desert moves the breeze,
As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace
Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Translated by Vikram Seth

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Coming soon! The Re-engineers (HarperCollins) A walk through the boundaries between fiction and reality