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axelkallesoe.bsky.social @axelkallesoe.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

"[A] final deep red gleam caught Eleanors attention, like a closing eye bleeding among the trees. The wind was strengthening and pulling leaves loose by the thousand. Swarms of them tumbled through the dimly lit quadrangle" "Horror at Halloween: Eleanor" #BookwormSat 🖼️ "Lost Hearts"

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The Ghost Monk @theghostmonk.bsky.social · 23h

"O'er pathless rocks, Through beds of matted fern, and tangled thickets, Forcing my way, I came to one dear nook Unvisited, where not a broken bough Drooped with its withered leaves..." - William Wordsworth, 'Nutting' 🎨John Glover, Cumberland Landscape, 1820 #BookWormSat #Cumbria #poetry

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Mary B @beesincampanula.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

There came a day that caught the summer Wrung its neck Plucked it And ate it Now what shall I do with the trees? The day said, the day said. Strip them bare, strip them bare. Let’s see what is really there. … There came this day and he was autumn… There came a day Ted Hughes #BookWormSat 🍂 🖼️ Klimt

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Joe McCartney @mccartneyjoe.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

“It seems very dark outside.” “There is a fog, Sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.” “Season of what?” “Mists, Sir, and mellow fruitfulness.” ~ The Code of the Woosters (1938), P. G. Wodehouse. #BookWormSat [🎨Herb Roese]

A police officer has fallen off his bike in the park, a lady in a yellow dress stands looking dismayed.

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Chris Perera @chrispwriter.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

Where did they go? Where the leaves go in autumn, Will said. Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. There's poetic, now. Will laughed. It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves is, they grow again... -Susan Cooper The Dark is Rising #BookWormSat 🎨 Albert Lorieux

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Rachel Deering @racheldeering.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

‘The smoke's smell, too, Flowing from where a bonfire burns The dead, the waste, the dangerous, And all to sweetness turns. It is enough To smell, to crumble the dark earth, While the robin sings over again Sad songs of Autumn mirth.’ Digging, Edward Thomas. #BookWormSat 🍂🍁

🖼️ Nikolai Astrup, c.1920. Painting of bonfire surrounded by people billowing with smoke into the surrounding hills and landscape.

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Signe Maene @signemaene.com · 10/10/2026

'I know of the leafy paths that the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake' -W. B. Yeats 🎨Walter Crane #BookWormSat

Artwork of a woman standing in the wind, autumn leaves. A bit of a witchy atmosphere, in my opinion.

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

'O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing' -Percy Bysshe Shelley @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat! 🍂 Victor Prouvé

A vision of autumn - painting of figures walking through autumn woods

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

‘Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree.’ ~ Emily Brontë. @racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of a rural #BookWormSat

Hans Thoma (1839–1924), Autumn Tree, Wiesenthal (c 1862-63) painting.
Autumn birch, landscape in background.

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Rachel Deering @racheldeering.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

‘We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain How delicious was the dinner time on such a showry day O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away The ancient pulpit trees and the play’ ~ John Clare #BookWormSat

🖼️ Samuel Palmer (1805-1881), The Weald of Kent (c 1833-4)
Autumn scene from hillside with tree overlooking sprawling countryside below, painting.

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Whatters2 @whatters2.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn Ralph Waldo Emerson #BookWormSat Artist: Euzebio Denner

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Dirk Puehl @wunderkammertales.eurosky.social · 03/10/2026

"Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights." (Emily Brontë "Wuthering Heights") 🎨 Lewis Chrighton #bookwormsat

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Chris Perera @chrispwriter.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea - Walt Whitman #BookWormSat 🎨 #RogerDean

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

'To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself...' -Thomas Hardy @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat.

Painting by Sigismund Ivanowski. Title: Girl in the Woods. Woman in the snowy woods gathering berries. Red sky.

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Whatters2 @whatters2.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

The field mice spent their days scampering through the tall grasses and collecting fairyberries and beanstalk seeds. The stable mice helped themselves to oats and barley from the horse stalls, and built nests of straw from the Pegasus pen Suzanne Selfors, Once Upon A Pet #BookWormSat

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Rupert Ferguson @druidtombraider.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.....Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.” ― Richard Adams, Watership Down #BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

'In the black furrow of a field I saw an old witch-hare this night And she cocked a lissome ear, And she eyed the moon so bright' -Walter de la Mare @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat, controlled by the Leporidae & other furry beings. Be aware of the hamster, though! 🎨Maggie Vandewalle

Artwork of a hare jumping. Grass, night sky, stars.

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

‘A foraging wild creature, intent above all upon survival, is as strong as the grass.’ ~ Richard Adams, Watership Down. This #BookWormSat is also #InternationalRabbitDay so we will get lost down our own rabbit hole of the rabbits, hares and all small furry creatures of literature. Do join us. 🐇

🖼️ Rabbits, William Jacob Hays Sr, 1859.
Painting of one rabbit sat upright on a cut tree stump surrounded by six rabbits sitting and lying beneath him / her on the grass, there are leaves on the grass and trees and sky in the distance.

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JD is on the case 🕵‍♀️ @flackjd.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

“Owl,” said Rabbit shortly, “you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest—and when I say thinking I mean thinking—you and I must do it.” -The House at Pooh Corner A.A. Milne #BookWormSat #InternationalRabbitDay

Illustration by Ernest Howard Shepard from "The House at Pooh Corner." Rabbit walks through the Hundred Acre Wood on a nice spring day.

Illustration by Ernest Howard Shepard from "The House at Pooh Corner." Rabbit can be seen standing in the doorway talking to Owl.

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Chris Perera @chrispwriter.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

"You may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor." 🖊️ Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Peter Rabbit. #BookWormSat

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

'...and the fox cannot defend himself from wolves. One must therefore be a fox to recognise traps, and a lion to frighten wolves.' -Machiavelli This Saturday marks 610 years since one of the Medici entered the world, #BookWormSat will travel back in time to the Renaissance! 🦁

The Lion of St Mark by Vittore Carpaccio. Painting of a winged lion holding a book open in which there is a Latin phrase.

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Rachel Deering @racheldeering.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Book Cover of the Day: #BookWormSat

LONDON
AND FASHIONABLE RESORTS
PLACES
OF
AMUSEMENT
OBJECTS OF
INTEREST
PARKS, CLUBS, MARKETS, DOCKS, PRINCIPAL RAILWAY ROUTES ETC.
ALSO A
DIRECTORY,
IN A
CONCISE FORM, OF FIRST CLASS HOUSES IN THE VARIOUS BRANCHES OF TRADE.
1892.
ILLUSTRATED
Red cover with gold lettering and design.

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Folk Horror Revival 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @folkhorrorrevival.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"A ghost from the world today, with the soot of the factories on its face & the pounding of machinery in its soul. The kind that would haunt coal yards & slip around at night through deserted office buildings... A real ghost. Not something out of books." 'Smoke Ghost' by Fritz Leiber #BookwormSat

Illustration by Edd Cartier to accompany the story when it was originally published in the October 1941 issue of Unknown Worlds. It depicts a saggy face amongst smoke and chimney stacks.

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The Ghost Monk @theghostmonk.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"Later I would think of America as one vast City of Night stretching gaudily from Times Square to Hollywood Boulevard - jukebox-winking, rock'n'roll moaning: America at night fusing its dark cities into the unmistakable shape of loneliness." - The start of 'City Of Night' by John Rechy #BookWormSat

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axelkallesoe.bsky.social @axelkallesoe.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"Once, earlier, I passed this route and from a rail station, maybe Berlin, looked out on empty streets and dark houses. Except one where a childs face looked back, like the prisoner of a plague city." Johannes Jörgensen: "Glimpses of München" (1901) #BookwormSat 🎨 Edward Gorey

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Lynne S @ghirlandia.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o’clock; T. S. Eliot / Preludes IV John Atkinson Grimshaw #BookWormSat

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Tiffany Leigh Rose 🖤🥀 @tlrose.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

And how cold the city seemed, and how dismal, all its jewels and its glamour faded by the brightness of the sun -Tanith Lee- 📖 Night's Master 🖼️John French Sloan #BookWormSat

A painting of a cityscape, the buildings are in shadow, the sky is a bright green with electric pink and blue clouds.

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Mary B @beesincampanula.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

‘ I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last.’ The Bell Jar Sylvia Plath #BookWormSat 🖼️ Hopper New York Movie

The painting depicts a nearly empty movie theater with a few patrons and a contemplative usherette.

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Dirk Puehl @wunderkammertales.eurosky.social · 12/09/2026

"What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters." (Charles Baudelaire "Paris Spleen") 🎨 Jean Béraud #BookwormSat

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AliceInTheSky @theotheralice.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere." 📘 Paul Auster, City of Glass 🖼️ Georgia O'Keeffe, My New Yorks #BookWormSat #Urban

Two dark stylised skyscrapers in the foreground, a white one in the background, all against the nightsky. Small full moon squashed between the buildings.

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AliceInTheSky @theotheralice.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighbourhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost." 📘 Paul Auster, City of Glass 🖼️ J.-M. Basquiat, New York #BookWormSat #Urban

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Agnieszka @agniesz.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

... the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June. Virginia Woolf Mrs. Dalloway #BookWormSat

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Joe McCartney @mccartneyjoe.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"The mill stood in a narrow side-street in the heart of a district characterised by squalor & the numerous streets of a similar sort, as well as by the number of houses crammed in those streets & the multitude of human beings herded in those drab dwellings." ~ Odd Man Out, F.L.Green. #BookWormSat

Film title card for Odd Man Out, the Albert Clock, the Docks, and Sailortown in Belfast.

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The Great Detective @greatdetective.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

'It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.' #BookWormSat This quote from a LIFE Magazine interview in May of 1956 is commonly misattributed to Agatha Christie, but she did not quip this herself – in fact, she thinks quite the opposite:

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Christie fans so admire the settings of what has become known as the "classic" whodunit that they insist no other sort is any good. One of them has said, for example, "It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story." Agatha Christie herself does not share these views. She enjoys whodunits which are quite different from her own. She is a great partisan of Margery Allingham, Ellery Queen ("Very maddening, but quite nice") and Frances and Richard Lockridge's Mr. and Mrs. North. Among newcomers she rates Michael Gilbert, author of Smallbones Deceased, the best. She is also enthusiastic about science-fiction because of the wonderful new scope it offers in the realm of mysterious invention.

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

‘And meanwhile the city will go on, regardless Of any new arrival, trains like prayers Radiating from stations haughty as cathedrals…’ ~ MacNeice @racheldeering.bsky.social here for a #BookWormSat of urban life in literature.

Claude Monet - The Gare Saint-Lazare, Arrival of a Train, 1877. Painting as described in station filled with steam, workers and and passengers.

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Rachel Deering @racheldeering.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

‘The brook ran yellow from the factory stinking of chlorine, The yarn-mill called its funeral cry at noon; Our lights looked over the lough to the lights of Bangor Under the peacock aura of a drowning moon.’ ~ MacNeice #BookWormSat

🖼️ The Parade, Thomas Hanna.

A street scene, painting, titled "The PARADE Old Bangor 1857. T.HANNA GRAY'S HILL." at the bottom. A continuous row of buildings stretches across the centre. The buildings vary slightly in height and color, ranging from white to a light terracotta pink. They feature small-paned windows, dark roofs with white chimneys, and storefronts on the ground floor with visible signage. In the foreground, several stylized, minimalist figures are scattered across a wide, dark grey street or open parade area.On the left, a woman stands in a wide, patterned dress holding a parasol. In the centre stands a man dressed in a dark suit, top hat, and holding a walking cane.On the right, another woman in a dark dress holds a dark umbrella.Smaller figures, including a dog and people in the background, are also depicted.Sky: A muted blue sky fills the upper half of the painting, dotted with a few faintly painted birds in flight.

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Bevan Thomas @bevanthomas.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"This is the lesson: great cities are like any other living things, being born and maturing and wearying and dying in their turn." "Only the bodegas stand open, sentinels of the City That Never Sleeps and Occasionally Needs Milk at Two A. M." - N. K. Jemisin, "The City We Became" #BookWormSat

Manhattan at night. Photo by Marcel Germain.

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Whatters2 @whatters2.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

The Saga of Noggin the Nog created by Peter Firmin was inspired by the Lewis Chessmen. Noggin was King of the Nogs, son of King Knut and Queen Grunhilda. His Queen was Nooka Princess of the Nooks, and their son was Prince Knut #WyrdWednesday

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Whatters2 @whatters2.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Looking up at the endless tiers of balconies, he felt uneasily like a visitor to a malevolent zoo where terraces of vertically mounted cages contained creatures of random and ferocious cruelty. J.G. Ballard, High-Rise #BookWormSat

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JD is on the case 🕵‍♀️ @flackjd.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"Urban enclave of lawns and water, Lacquered ducks and young men sculling, Children who never had seen the country Believing it this while those who had once Known real country ignore the void Their present imposes, their past exposes." -Excerpt from "The Park" Louis MacNeice #BookWormSat

Picture of Gapstow Bridge in Central Park, Manhattan. Numerous ducks can be seen in the foreground floating on the water and tall buildings can be seen in the background. Picture by Vicki Jauron, Babylon And Beyond Photography/Getty Images.

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Folklore Twitcher @folkloretwitcher.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

“Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.” ✍️Truman Capote, Summer Crossing #BookWormSat

URBAN LANDSCAPES - by te_ce_- Dresden's Bleached Sun, Instagram 2026

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Chris Perera @chrispwriter.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

"Time passes. Listen. Time passes. Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night." #BookWormSat 🖊️ Dylan Thomas Under Milk Wood #BookChatWeekly 🎨Paul Klee

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

‘Of the West the factory chimneys on sullen sentry will all night wait To call, in the harsh morning, sleep-stupid faces through the daily gate.’ ~ Louis MacNeice To mark the birthdate of MacNeice, #BookWormSat will explore the urban landscape in literature tomorrow. Do join us. 🏙️

Lowry, 1943, Going to work, painting, urban landscape of people going to work in a factory in a city scene.

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JD is on the case 🕵‍♀️ @flackjd.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

"Show me how the impossible can be possible!” “It is a good phrase that,” said Poirot. “The impossible cannot have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.” -Murder on the Orient Express #AgathaChristie #BookWormSat #ReadABookDay

Playbill art for a production of "Murder on the Orient Express" at the Arrow Rock Lyceum Theatre in Missouri, adapted for the stage by Ken Ludwig. This artwork features a steam locomotive going through a mountainous area. Ominous blood red smoke coming from the stack forms the shape of a skull.

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Chris Perera @chrispwriter.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

“I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.” Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne #BookWormSat 🎨 Bai Xueshi (China)

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

‘To this it must be added, that life in a wig is to a large class of people much more terrifying and impressive than life with its own head of hair.’ ~ Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop. It’s #ReadABookDay on the 6th so we will be recommending favourite books with a quote for this #BookWormSat 📖

🖼️ The Reader, Harold Knight, c.1910.
Woman with brown hair pinned up into a bun, she wears a green down with gold trim, she is holding a book open as she reads it standing. She stands in front of a bookcase filled with books, there are some jars and small pottery vases on the top shelf, there is a chair in a corner. Painting.

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Whatters2 @whatters2.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

“Bats usually wheel about, but this one seemed to go straight on, as if it knew where it was bound for or had some intention of its own.” Bram Stoker #BookWormSat Dracula (Illustrated by Abigail Rorer)

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BookWormSat @bookwormsat.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

‘The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house, The bat that lies in bed at noon, All love to be out by the light of the moon.’ ~ Robert Louis Stevenson and @racheldeering.bsky.social here for #BookWormSat #InternationalBatNight #Baturday 🦇

llustration of little black cat running beneath a full moon beside a tree and a bat in flight.

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Chris Perera @chrispwriter.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

I must read that book again, I loved it when I read it years ago. Thanks for the reminder!

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Chris Perera @chrispwriter.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

Sounds fab - love a bit of Ronald Searle! 🦇

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