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Aug 2016
The air here is refreshingly sweet
a real tonic
pollution is far away across the sea
two ferry journeys
going onward the nearest city many more road miles away.
We are lucky, in this regard,
Oh! but what I would do sometimes for a takeaway curry.
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nivek
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