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I dragged myself out of the peat bog but realised that the art clock hadn’t managed to escape from the submarine resting on the bottom of the wine coloured ocean.‭ ‬I pulled the rope but only bells rang.‭ ‬The frog behind the counter smiled as I placed more swine before pearls.‭ ‬I walked the dry land while the arrows flew and the ancient night star called……

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