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Thursday, September 27, 2007
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Its funny how the whole essence of something can be distilled into one single moment. On Sunday morning I stopped at fair to sit under an oak tree and watch the people. A man strode by, the early morning light dappling down through the leaves. He was singing a song in gaelic and it was perfect: the perfect song, the perfect moment, exactly magic.
sent from my blackberry wireless cranial implant.
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