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....It's very quiet once all the people move along and the doors close for the night in the store. The front entrance is a vast sea of cold silent tiles, stretching from the outside to the checkouts . Strolling this waste land at night reminds me of uncle jack's cousin and the tales he told of his home far way in Russia where whole lakes would freeze and groups of gnomes would  slide around on the ice at night with torches. One night I was day dreaming I was on one of those  far away frozen lakes sliding on the ice and was nearly caught by the night man. Lucky, I didn't wear my read hat that night......
Day 3. We have been rowing  for three days now. We got lost in a fog bank off the north point and a strong current took us out further than we where expecting. No sign of the 'Big Blue' but some thing has been lurking around us for the last couple of hours and it's no whale or shark or fish. Smitty had the best gork at it. He recons it's some sort of  monster but that's silly. Surprised he didn't hurl his harpoon at it, The crazy old loon........

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Jamie Duff
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I've been selling magic sticks and bones in a little shop down some stairs in an alley, in Melbourne for nearly 60 years now. It's not what it use to be. Not everyone needs magic sticks and bones these days. We get the odd curious shopper stumble through the door from time to time. They get freaked out by Professor Boogleworth the owner, cos of his great mustache but we do all right.........

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....It's very quiet once all the people move along and the doors close for the night in the store. The front entrance is a vast sea of cold silent tiles, stretching from the outside to the checkouts . Strolling this waste land at night reminds me of uncle jack's cousin and the tales he told of his home far way in Russia where whole lakes would freeze and groups of gnomes would  slide around on the ice at night with torches. One night I was day dreaming I was on one of those  far away frozen lakes sliding on the ice and was nearly caught by the night man. Lucky, I didn't wear my read hat that night......

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