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| | Alistair Macduff Autobiography (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-02) |
 | | Campbell and Joyce made some small talk, and I could see, hear, taste and smell that there was something between them. |
 | | "Please come up Alistair, I will meet you upstairs in case you lose your way." As the elevator doors opened, there she was in a silver and fl gown, her hair parted down the centre and drawn back behind her neck in the accepted style of the ballet dancer. |
 | | She said, "Alistair, every time I look at the beautiful things which you have made I will think of you - and when I hold this special white vase, we will be together." She held me, kissed my cheeks three times, and was gone, forever. |
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