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My mum dropped a fresh ‘yarn’ into my lap today…

… it was newly formed and still a little ‘squeaky’ in places – but remains poignant none the less – more so because it reminds me about the marvels of the Human race – the bizarre happenings that associate themselves … Continue reading

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