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Jul 2015
Potage Parmentier, the smell of it everywhere and you just know that the summer is here,
cool ginger beer and a dip in the pond, though I'm fond of the beer and not so fond of the pond,
an ice cream cone, days away from the home and the smell of ozone by the sea.

All things that mean a summer to me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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