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Jul 12
..then the lights came on and it was all over which was peculiar in that the lights usually go out when it's all over, but this was a film I watched at the Odeon Cinema, the one with the Wurlitzer that rose up from out of the floor, can't remember which Odeon it was nor what the film was about, I only remember the lights coming on at the end and thinking that it was strange, now I think that thinking that was strange,

maddening how memories come at you in a random order, some to encourage you, some to attack you, some to caress you and others to slap you.

But it's Friday so it doesn't matter.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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