Sunday, 2 August 2009

Sunday morning at the Festival

The sun is out, the Wicker man is still smiling, The Archers are playing through the PA, the hangovers are clearing, the shops are doing a brisk trade, the puddles are subsiding, the musicians are getting ready, the crowd are waking up...and this is far too long a sentence with a considerable lack of punctuation.

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