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Cloudy, With A Chance Of…

‘… Who read by night above the Rhine the cloud-script of the drifting mists? It was the Steppenwolf.’ It’s stayed a refrain in my head from my first ever reading of Steppenwolf (and I’ve held on to it, despite that time I choked on my Beer Blaster when a boy at TC stepped up, “Hey, they … Continue reading