(Re-reading old entries, I'm re-posting this favourite.As the metred piano scales start up, I'm transported back to the port town of Fremantle, my spiritual home. Wandering down the concrete footpaths, steaming morning coffee, eggs and hot Italian pizza smells waft through the air as cheerful chatter echoes off the alfresco umbrellas. The man
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I wish i saw it with your eyes...
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I actually live pretty far from Freo. Where do you find yourself these days?
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Cannington far :(
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