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Not a peep!
Nor a sausage.
Not a tail feather of a Mongolian mongoose!
It matters not; we labour for love not
accolade.
Still, a nod or a wink would be nice.
Maybe everyone is on holiday.
In April?
I would be, I intended to lay out beside
the sea.
Why didn’t you?
It started raining.
It didn’t stop you last time.
Remind me; wasn’t that when the salt flats
flooded and we almost didn’t get off the sands?
Oh yes, it was.
I was freezing.
So?
Maybe next week.
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