Sat on the top of Botany Bay, and a small child cycles up to me. Can't have been more than three or four. "Do you live on the streets?" he asks.
"No," I reply.
"Well, you look like you doKids play the hand they're dealt. The beard is relatively kempt. Perhaps I looked a little windswept. But I had just walked there from Reculver
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