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It worked OK until I got to the edge of the "pedistal." The entire pan was made of 2 inch thick mortar. Well, that is basically sand, so it crumbled against the lightest of blows.
Turkey (94/365)
So I went out on another bike ride again today. It was damn cold but surprisingly lively. I biked by what seemed to be a migration of random birds, 3 turkeys, 4 swan, a hand full of chickens. So I decided to take a photo with my Nex3.
Camera: Sony Nex3 With Leica LTM to E-mount adapter with Jupiter 8 (50mm F2 @ F2.8)
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The #94 Marcos LM500 in action during the Global Endurance Legend at Spa Classic 2019 on the Spa-Francorchamps Circuit
The LT1 V8, 350 cubic inches of fun - The Brougham package also added a slightly higher performance rear axle ratio
Out today in sunshine and showers on Himmy..
Went over Snake Pass to Glossop, (got some fuel and my first cappuccino), then to Chaple-en-le-Frith, Whaley Bridge, and Buxton then up the A53 and dropped down to Chrome Hill and Parkhouse Hill (collectively called Dragon's Back) via some single track roads. Then popped into the Honesty Cafe near Dragon's Back/Hollinsclough for my second Cappuccino and some cake!
Came back via Monyash, Bakewell and Hathersage and over the tops at Ringinglow..
Great run out with 94(s)miles of amazing roads too.
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Está solo en su habitación, con los ojos cerrados y la respiración alterada, suspira y piensa en ella.
En ella y en su pequeña y suave nariz, que arruga si esta disgustada, en su risa tan escandalosa y contagiosa.
En la forma que tiene de fumar, como si besase el filtro.
En como le grita cuando está enfadada, en su manía de morderse las uñas, en su pésima forma de bailar, como sus ojos hablan más que ella y en lo suave, pequeña y cálida que es su mano contra la suya.
Suena su teléfono y vuelve a la realidad abriendo los ojos de golpe, tembloroso responde, es ella. Sonríe.
Le pregunta alguna estupidez, pero no contesta, ella comienza a desesperarse, él coje aire y finalmente completamente serio responde:
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