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        <dc:title>Spotting Mushrooms - And Ever at my Service: Claude</dc:title>
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        <dc:description>Hunting for mushrooms is a passion of mine. I walk through the forest and let my scout’s eye wander. Hold on. Something’s not right. There’s something not quite natural about the way last year’s leaves are layered there, between those patches of sunlight. Among all the earth-brown and dust-grey, there are strange, often strangely intense colours: an egg-yolk yellow, a velvety brown, an ivory white. That is how I find mushrooms – and that is how I find my ideas when I write. Lately, I’ve had someone – or something – by my side. He, or it, is called Claude, and he presents him-/itself the whole time as though he/it were a companion, a subject, a person.</dc:description>
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