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    Friday, 09 June 2017

    What a sacroscrotilogenous and idiopatheticorniphrastic election result! It's incredularious and unacceptabilioso to the point of confududilinarianism.
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    Monday, 17 April 2017

    Dateline: January 2010, India Some dear friends of ours from Delhi we have known for many years invited my wife and I to stay with them. During our visit there, I met a retired general from the Indian army He was an uncle of one of our friends: a d
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    Saturday, 08 April 2017

    Westminster Bridge hailed by Wordsworth ‘a sight so touching’ but death is still death.   Smiling, carefree tourists crossing the Thames but death is still death.   A big car driven on a footpath. People mown down with bitterness bu
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    Thursday, 08 September 2016

    Does a city have an ebb and flow like that of the sea? Do the movements of people and traffic in an urban space mimic that of the tidal advance and retreat? How does it feel when you have to navigate a strange town without your bearings as if trying
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    Wednesday, 07 September 2016

    Early morning sunny By the river Shapes meander into A horizon unleashing flows of memory   Like a balm Nourishing Parched souls The waters  Wash over us   Unifying  Separate sides This thin vein Elixir  Flows onwards    Fluid imprint  Permanent  On

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