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So greenThe road winded its way like a terrier tail but without wagging. Cream white snow and warty as country roads are with their noisy gravel which crackled under my schoolgirl shoes. I can still hear that noise when cars pass in front of my house, the tires…
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Another laugh. Another spark. Another mosaic of magic. Another return to mud. Another Pink Floyd. Another strawberry. Another uptight left and right. Another hole in the water. Another marble arch. Another fantasy. Another fruitless eyesore.…
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