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Kilimanjaro

In the ice fields high above, cold, remote, like fading love, crouching with a frozen stare, a luckless leopard lies up there, the scent it followed...
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A Load of Balls

TV news bulletins give all those who choose to watch a true insight into the world’s priorities. A little strip at the bottom of the screen may run...
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Redemption Falls

Arthur prays, I think too often; God is bored with him. Mary trips up on the stairs and lets the goblins in. In city streets the feathers fly, caught...
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