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Hedge Hopping

Sometimes in the evenings when we’re knackered, I like to introduce some horrid thought. Like, hey, fancy popping into town? Wanna go catch last orders? Go for a walk? It’s all for the exquisiteness of opposites. That none of these … Continue reading

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I heard a sad story yesterday. About a neighbour at the back, here, a young woman. They were moving all her things out of the house; her mum, friends, I guess, pitching in, and the house was back up To … Continue reading

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