A Place for the Odd Musings of an Expat Bristolian
On Mount Erebus
forty-one years have gone by.
Airplane crashed, lost friends.
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Spring is on its way.
The Sun has begun northwards.
Soon flowers will bloom.
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I saw just one dog.
There was a Filling Station;
I blinked, it was gone.
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