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Walking along the narrow track, parents shepherding ice cream kids, making way for pushchairs, making waves. The lakeside watch on ducks and swans. The nodding smiles and genteel grins, like a 50's Sunday promenade, while walking sticks wait by benches dreams die when mobiles chime.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
The Path to Dunham Massey
Walking along the narrow track, parents shepherding ice cream kids, making way for pushchairs, making waves. The lakeside watch on ducks and swans. The nodding smiles and genteel grins, like a 50's Sunday promenade, while walking sticks wait by benches dreams die when mobiles chime.
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
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