I regret that the guard have marched as far as they can. I cannot locate my plastic sheet of 'flag stones'. The bases will just have to wait till it turns up and, in the meantime, get on with that blessed gate, a new ruin, and the kilted ones, The clansmen of Lamedon. I shall endevour to give them something like the Thyme Tartan.
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You have surpassed yourself, old hobbit. These are probably some of your most transcendent pictures. The subtle lack of pictorial presence giving them the timeless quality of a blank canvas upon which we can project our own view. essentially a mise en scene containing no distracting elements of colour, figurative allusion or gross reality. You Sir, are a genii. John
I'd considered leaving out the text too but thought that a step too far.
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