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Wednesday... enough shite at work to last a month of Sundays. Furtive escape to a sushi bar, under cloak of darkness, was a respite... but temporary. Not enough to keep me from trashing the last hour of servitude for the freedom of the night. Thursday... into the shades of misty grey, with camera, to hills that insinuate Scotland. Muddy shoes, cuticle of rain, exhaustion. Friday... reunited with a long-lost artwork, sheltered by fellow car cultists. The skies lower. Many images... here's one:
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