In the flooded streets of future London, where the country sinks and rises across some mighty pivot, a fulcrum made of dust, the clouds are thicker than they were when we were kids, playing in the bombsites.
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Another weekend, another trip to the beach, another dead seagull. Oh ... and a starfish. Actually several which my daughter decided needed t... -
Literature on the move I have a Palm. I was always a bit sceptical about ebooks on the Palm but I am a convert. I am already half way...
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