A bard on the wire, a voice in the wilderness, a home page for exiles trying to get home. Everybody is an exile. Maybe artists just realise it. "Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free."
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March 20, 2011
Once In A Blue Moon
Blimey, that was a big one. Sedgeford, Norfolk, March 19 2011.
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