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“Are we at war ?”, asked K as we watched four large helicopters crawl across a clear blue sky.

The only battle I was aware of was the one between me and the half kilo of mussels I’d rather recklessly ordered.

Late Autumn sun, if only we could have stayed all afternoon ….

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