These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
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| The bare trees of winter. |
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| The last two leaves about to hit the lawn, in some way to start again. |
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| Cat in her natural habitat. |
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| Confused cat considers some territorial spraying into the void (or at least the well). |
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| Here comes a rather feeble and ineffective November sun, peely-wally you might say. |
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