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Join Date: Jun 2011
Posts: 12,075
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Senior Member
Join Date: Jun 2011
Posts: 12,075
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I may or may not have mentioned this before but people recommending going on a walk to cure Sunday-boredom/melancholy is infuriating. As-if strolling past bins and closed shops, and the odd ugly mouse in the corner, is going to even touch the sides of a particular kind of existential entrapment and hollow time-stretching Sunday brings. A walk might boost the mood for all of 3 minutes but then that’s it.
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At Obe’s Kitchen, it’s lamb-season all-year-round, not just at Easter. I rate that.
Flamingo, Fig and the Fire That Remembers.
Ink-blooded, firewood-spirited - where mahogany dreams burn slow; in and outside concrete jungles, still.
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