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The Duck and the Dive : Part 2

Sitting at the back of a cave, marred by troubles. Or in a grounded car, engine switched off, doors locked in a quiet backroad with a montage of the seasons passing by and you realise that you went out in summer to get away, parked up in a side road and turned the engine off. Locking the doors, you relinquished your driving seat position, scooching over to the passenger seat to sink in full reclined slumber laying your head back, to sleep. Curled up tight through autumn, you woke up in a snow storm in winter and now you’re just not sure if the engine will start at all, if the doors have frozen tight to you or if you’re just better off in the lonely car, on the secluded lane, in the middle of a winter storm anyway.


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