Burgh.
What a city. Oh, it's the pretty city, where I would love to live.
posted by Polysemous at 4:20 PM
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Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call] will carry you up the shore of another life] and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle] a world away from the dolorous desk.] Castaway by Margaret Scott
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call will carry you up the shore of another life and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle a world away from the dolorous desk. Castaway by Margaret Scott