Masterpieces, structured innovations, small time invitations, reading time . Kind words spoken, mystery doors unlocked and broken. Walking out, standing tall, wondering why?A Swedish house in a Scottish city, had beginnings for me. Jean was the last to leave. This was my grandmother 's house ,we lived in an identical one, in the same street , different number ,39 West Pilton Place.First heard the Beatles on the radio there, climbed my first tree , dug my first hole in search of treasure...and had my first white Christmas.....in essence, my childhood days.
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