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It was in the breeze and moving like a river, the red scarf sinuous and slowly running away. Side to side it snaked, it should have been born a kite, […]
It was in the breeze and moving like a river, the red scarf sinuous and slowly running away. Side to side it snaked, it should have been born a kite, […]
Taking some time off to resolve a long-time ailment of mine (an ill-tempered stomach, never more than a bite or two of rich fair removed from gastronomical reenactments of San […]