Random thoughts and ramblings on no particular theme.
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There must have been something so absolute about it, so certain about it, when he looked down. A 54 metre drop. 110,000 cubic metres of water plunging over the edge each minute. The froth and rage of water as it hits the Niagara River. You throw yourself into that abyss expecting nothing other than obliteration.
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[I went for a walk with the dog. This is what I encountered] Perhaps it was the wind that caught him unaware. After a week of damp south westerlies there was a sudden about turn. A sharp chill from the east that brought with it deceptively blue skies and a last hurrah of summer enthusiasm.
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The sign above the door should have alerted me I suppose. Boutique. No mere shop this. No, this was a sophisticated outlet, catering for the more discerning fashionista. Despite this, I went in. Those who know me well will be the first to admit that when it comes to fashion, indeed to attire in general,
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We’re at the zoo, sitting in the small garden, just watching the people go by. When you’re only one year old, it’s the comings and goings of people that remain fascinating, rather than the idle lounging of lions or water buffalo. From her vantage point on the lawn, Helena watches the people come and go,
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