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My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavement I remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia and a carved carrot that looks like a flower in thailand and being told to wipe with old newspaper to avoid smears when cleaning windows and the moon is not the same way up in both hemispheres suddenly my friend is here again, "I told you not to let go of it" he laughs.
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
Both Hemispheres
My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavement I remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia and a carved carrot that looks like a flower in thailand and being told to wipe with old newspaper to avoid smears when cleaning windows and the moon is not the same way up in both hemispheres suddenly my friend is here again, "I told you not to let go of it" he laughs.
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
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