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Monday, 16 July 2012

Welcome

I best start with the fork.
I stepped off the curb, and it was lying there.  Completely flat, scratched - and beautiful.  It has been in my possession for years now.  I can't remember the city or the road, but I can remember the joy.  There have been other metal road-kills found since but none as beautiful.

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