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You Don’t Know, And I Don’t Know Either.

Here’s a foghorn.

Everyone that has lived by the sea can recognise the feeling of being thick inside a pea-soup fog, lost to all around them.

They know the land is there, they know what the land looks like, but it’s gone. They need a foghorn.

That moment of realisation. I don’t have a bloody clue where I am! Shit!




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