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August 29, 2012
What happened to those long hot
summer days, when we sat around
making daisy chains and looking for
four leaved clovers, before making
our way back home under the seven
arches, without a cloud in the sky to
dampen our spirits, or the sound of any
motorway to disturb our simple joy?
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