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Christine Ann Clatworthy (1947 -?) was born in London, but always dreamed of living in a country cottage with roses round the door. One day her dream came true when a handsome prince swept her off her feet, gave her two flaxen-haired daughters and a cottage . with honeysuckle round the door. They all lived, happily ever after, until one day, the precarious health of her husband and both her daughters made Christine's life-long passion for poetry take on a new dimension. Self pity, or taking each day by the horns, and laughing in the face of tomorrow? She chose the latter. She describes herself as an ordinary lady with an extraordinary need to write, which she does from their tiny bungalow in Bedfordshire. "We didn't only buy a house," she'll tell you, "but umpteen acres of sky, plus a stray black and white cat called Chess. 'Life is but a chequerboard of nights and days,' Omar Khayyam once said, and I've got a hell of a lot of living to do before I'm ready to be put back in the closet!" This author's web site is currently (Thu, Nov 20th 2008) linked to via this La Fenêtre web page. |
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