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Morning, under its wind-still, sun-gold halo. Occasional only the frisson of a breeze through a palm tree across the road, the green oak, the break of red hibiscus and the slow start of Saturday humming in a car passing leisurely by. Down the road gently rock at their moorings the tugs at harbour. Ships like […]
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Published on November 29, 2014 01:03
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