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And Charlotte sighs

Reality is fickle. The day is warm, the breeze light to non-existent. Technology tells us we’ve arrived at our destination. But technology is wrong, bamboozled by forces beyond its ken. A woman with bright red lipstick, walking a dog, stops … Continue reading

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