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Monday, 11 September 2017

A sister at the sisters.




At any cliff edge - I always feel the need to throw myself off. In fact any high altitude activity brings this on. Here at the Seven sisters near Brighton I'm contemplating whether to go over now or hang about for dinner. 
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