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My Father and his Motorbike with its Side-car

Posted on January 4, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

WILDERNESS ROAD x While seagulls fight for lamp‑posts near the timber stores, Inside the drawer, his folded airmail fades. Behind those bricked-up windows, boarded doors, His motor-bike once led your small parades. x You lost its little rider where the … Continue reading →

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