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A small fishing boat chugs back into harbour. |
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Upside down harbour reflections on a glorious February day. |
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A warm but watery sun scrapes across the sky. |
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Rocks ooze green slime and tired sea weed in the lazy sunshine. |
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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A small fishing boat chugs back into harbour. |
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Upside down harbour reflections on a glorious February day. |
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A warm but watery sun scrapes across the sky. |
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Rocks ooze green slime and tired sea weed in the lazy sunshine. |
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