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September 18, 2008

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Catriona

I love conkers too. Your post evokes all the delightfully damp smells, prickliness of shells and cool wonder of hidden polished 'browness' of childhood.

The Julian prayer/meditation works better for me with horse chestnuts than hazelnuts, so thank you.

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