Love, Leda

Love, Ledaby Mark Hyatt Foreword by Huw Lemmey Note on author and text by Luke Roberts 'Its mid morning. Cool. Not many coffee bars open. I, the brave one, god of any telephone kiosk, walk down Dean Street, see the man of the day; raincoat, shoulders round, hair black, falling out; heavenly blue eyes cast down into his own hell. Bold as brass I cross the road stopping dead in front of him. He raises his eyes, so sadly that I love him for it.' Leda is lost.

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