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How lovely to log on and see those messages, David and David. I've probably said it before, but I'll say it again: my poetry publishing forays in the past have been somewhat miserable; I have never had a sense of "ah, my book!" holding it in my hand. Until Randolph printed Mnemosyne. It's the most pleased I've ever been. My first experience was Penguin, which put me off publishing anything literally for six years: I was so horrified and disappointed at being on the production line. I have quite a number of Wild Honey Press books; it's an excellent list. I've always thought they were the ideal way to read poetry, the reading of such lovingly made objects being a sensual and meditative experience which focusses on the _poem_. Best Alison