Life's Rich Pageant
the extraordinary tales of ordinary bus journeys
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who am i?
we are but ghosts in the machine…
the ability to lip-read can be crowding…
misery loves company
dare we dream?
Ebola- Death Becomes Her
even a broken clock tells the right time twice a day
little storm, big storm
baby’s got the bends…
252 smiles and counting…
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