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A small stone from today’s visit to the razzle-jazzle central library in Newcastle-upon-Tyne.

The sweet smell of pipe tobacco, on the old man who is lending me a pen, reminds me that the golden days are not over.

If you don’t know what a small stone is and you would like to find out, try this link:

http://www.writingourwayhome.com/small-stones/

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