It was a hill of grand gestures that lay in the middle of a working class neighborhood where we became victory.
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oh that picture just brought back a flood of memories that I nearly forgot about. I remember yellow balloons slipping through my hands, you changing film, prickly long grass and a pale blue sky. I hope you are doing well Peter.