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This is not a kingfisher
but we did see one and it was beautiful.

We drank pear cider in Myers Park.
He declared everything a cliché.
We sat in the shade while
fat middle-aged tourists
solemnly clambered up sixty-two steps.
She talked and so did he - sometimes
simultaneously - dual waves of enthusiasm
competing into the evening.

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