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                                            <image:caption>Dublin, the setting of Sarah’s novel, developed during postgraduate study:&lt;br /&gt;
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‘He loved that pool for the memories it elicited; the friends he’d seen emerge from its surface, their hair dense with chlorinated water, their eyes shut and lips pulled into comic grimaces. On the edge of the pool, he’d place his hand in the water to test its temperature and feel the water pull him with tender current, its surface reflecting sun in sheets of silver.’
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                                            <image:caption>Dublin, the setting of Sarah’s novel, developed during postgraduate study:&lt;br /&gt;
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‘He loved that pool for the memories it elicited; the friends he’d seen emerge from its surface, their hair dense with chlorinated water, their eyes shut and lips pulled into comic grimaces. On the edge of the pool, he’d place his hand in the water to test its temperature and feel the water pull him with tender current, its surface reflecting sun in sheets of silver.’
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                                            <image:caption>Dublin, the setting of Sarah Lazarescu’s novel, developed during postgraduate study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
‘He loved that pool for the memories it elicited; the friends he’d seen emerge from its surface, their hair dense with chlorinated water, their eyes shut and lips pulled into comic grimaces. On the edge of the pool, he’d place his hand in the water to test its temperature and feel the water pull him with tender current, its surface reflecting sun in sheets of silver.‘


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