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Posts from the ‘Dover Heights’ Category

the lady who lived by the abyss.

We would sit there discussing which cliff, which fishing rockbase, which airy void we would monkey around on today. All of us all of fourteen. We liked the blackfish best, the striped Luderick.

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the end of lancaster road

Sometimes we followed him a little way along to the first ledge before losing our enthusiasm. Lester though would amble along the airy ledge and swing down on one of the steel bars that led to another lower level

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