April might have been the cruelest month for TS Eliot, but I love autumn, after the sub-tropical El Nino summers we get now.
Autumn, I salute you and your leaves turning red and gold.
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I'm sitting in the kitchen chewing my breakfast cereal. Chewing over the last couple of weeks where "work" has overtaken "...
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