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The text also So we all ended up in the same room. It was the afternoon of excelsior, Gloria et al, and our poor tummies rumbled - every single one forever and for as long as there were poor and rich that is : poor in pocket but rich in spirit and the reverse of that. The skinny Roma with long shanks, a small head and a high five, sauntered past the stinking fish sheds, by the train tracks by the harbour. Himself a runaway, he bent his head and trundled his bicycle, then stopped and took a watch from his pocket, then sank to the ground, laying the bicycle flat on the weeds. He lay back and stared at the very light blue sky. The crows who walked in the grass nearby, waddled and prodded the tufts and any bits of detrirus they encountered, in case this may lead to something for their beak. Parush fell asleep. Fourty odd minutes later he woke, rolled over slowly and rose, lifting the bicycle and gazing off across the harbour at the pale blue and orange oil refineries in the hazy distance, he attempted to mount the saddle and left the scene, as if leaving the scene of a stage play. #kodak100 #olympustrip Simon
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