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forgiving the rain - thanking Snapshot Press

I have it. The cover of my new haibun collection due from Snapshot Press at the end of this month.


It has all the qualities that I hope readers will find in the contents: texture, delicacy, contrast, light and shade. A big thank you to John Barlow at Snapshot Press for all his work and insights.

forgiving the rain will be available via Snapshot's website from around 25th November, 2012. And, to make things easier for overseas haibun enthusiasts, they take Paypal : )

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  1. Well done. COver looks good.

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  2. I have a copy now, Lynne - I'm very much looking forward to reading it. It looks and feels great, and the size is wonderful.

    Matthe

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  3. Hi Matthew! Glad you've got it. It does look lovely : )

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