"What is water, which has not taste or colour of its own, but a liquid form of Nothing? And what are the Fens, which so imitate in their levelness the natural disposition of water, but a landscape which, of all landscapes, most approximates to Nothing? ...every Fenman suffers now and then the illusion that the land (walked) over is not there, is floating....
-Waterlands, Graham Swift
-Waterlands, Graham Swift
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