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It was just another day, nothing special, Atlas said.  After all these years, I’d got the job sussed – I could do it with my eyes closed, and frequently did.  It’s a matter of resting individual muscles, one after another, without losing position – if you look, you won’t see me do it, relaxing andContinue reading “Guestblog: ‘When Atlas Dropped the World’ by Lucy Saunders”