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Don’t Look Back!

Explore, Escape, Live your Life! The Porthole Peeper My journey begins… I woke and we rowed, over lampshades and curtains…  Curtains of golden weave, heavy, lined, regal even. The day I found them they sat on a car-boot stall. I walked a full circle of the field contemplating their length, colour and value before plucking …