Trisharooni

By trisharooni

The Lookout

Today passed pleasantly.
The papers, tidying up a few loose ends.

It was nearly dark when I realised I'd better hurry if I was going to get a blip.
I thought there'd be a lot of tourists at the lookouts, even though it was bitterly cold, but when I got there, there was only one hardy couple.

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