Can you imagine growing up in Ebbsfleet valley, telling your friends to meet you for a beer under the upper belly near the left front hoof?
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Obsessively wanderlusting most of the time; while plotting the next escape temporarily sedentary in London; too many thoughts in head - too little space, putting them here for now.
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