...the overwhelming rush of blood to your ears when the
sun's directly overhead and you, are soaking, in rum.
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About this colourful space on blogger:
Some of those pictures that don't really belong to any category end up here... Some quirky, some arbitrary - ink/pencil drawings, sketches, paintings & doodles I've accumulated over time...
Oh and photographs that say so much...
They're all here.
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Here's to colours!
Take a dekko & leave me a note...
Here's to colours!
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"In spring when the woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean;
in summer when the days are long,
perhaps you'll understand the song."
I'll try and tell you what I mean;
in summer when the days are long,
perhaps you'll understand the song."
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Broom jumping among other highs!
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