From: GG
Category: Exhibitions
Date: 17 March 2004
The Cheltenham festival races by on the TV. The cars splurge their petrol fumes into the 18 degree air. A funeral goes by but their is no time to read the flowered nick name of the departed. Some books must be sold, and the load lightened, so the dust does not clog up our pores.
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