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		GRAFFITI – Vanessa Gebbie I climbed the chain link fence by the railway today, Emmie. Sat down against the old brick wall and cried. It’s weird, the closer you get to the graffiti the less you see.
		BLISS – Vivian Hassan-Lambert The sun was shining as I scampered over large granite boulders. I wanted to get to the ridge before noon.
		UNCLE GENIE MAN – DJ Keith They wheel it in yesterday, day after the funeral, bubble wrap round so it look about twice the size. A big bembem of a drum. Tick. Solid. Mahogany.

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