FROM THE FRONT
Oct 03, 2020
2 minutes
Frank Westworth Frank@realclassic.net
Picture this: a beautiful September afternoon, sun shining, temperature temperate, main roads still unusually clogged with city refugees seeking a little solace in the West Country. An etheric message lands from a friend. It suggests coffee and cake at a café in Devon, about an hour away in an area with which I am entirely unfamiliar. I consider the glory that is
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