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It had started well enough: the long day. The sun came up just in time to bid it farewell as he pushed open the double doors, just avoiding a smiling woman lying on the floor. Guarding she was, she said, guarding. “Ok”, “that’s good”. The day had been plotted out by someone, something, though he
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So hard it is to see outside this new look, to be able to gaze upon the past as it was; to see, to understand, to know…or want to it should be said. Especially now; as now it is gone, now large chunks of my own history have been wiped out of my mind, or
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Far From The Madding Crowd 