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I recall two small girls skipping along the hill in the summer of their cherry cheeked childhood studying sticks and stones amongst red-gold leaves whilst clouds cast faint shadows foretelling futures of long-legged beauty. Then, in the chill of evening sun Tramping down the slope, homeward for warm-up tea and chocolate cake comfort.

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