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it was Marchtime the month which does'nt really know wether its Springtime or Wintertime. The wind blew an occasional gust, and although the sky was cloudy the clouds didn't obscure the stars entirely. He climbed over the railing when he reached the Y.M. spread out his roll,and slid into his sleeping bag. It had turned quite chilly by now and he snuggled deeper into his sleeping bag enjoying the comforting warmth.
Olah Buenos noches
Senor el Toro , the foregoing escibe is part of a storey for the "creative
writing group " at the Resource Centre I attend in West London. I
am in my local Library @ present and running out of time . I have a little
peceno of "dejas vue" to impart to you as an attachment
be cont. hasta luego