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338/365 And the wind blew…

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Of course what this picture could have shown is those Perspex panels on the Bell’s Bridge pinging out of their sockets and flapping over the white horses on the Clyde. Or, even, it might have been a video of same. Or in focus.  Only it wasn’t, it’s blurry and rushed because it was actually a […]

Silent Sunday

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