The Mole says: name, and I answer. I waited for him at the indicated location and he picked me...
I am standing in a parallelogram of shrubbery outside London City Airport. Ed is twisting a dial on his Mamiya...
As we speak, Edmund de Waal, ceramicist and writer, moves his palms continually over the surface of the trestle...
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