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Pleasure At His Majesty's
I sit on the bench. The thick wrought-iron is warm from the heat of the sun though the sky is a little cloudy, a little breezy, in mid-afternoon. And all around me, electric-green feathers and blue. Brown-tipped, shimmering, long tails and cute little peacock squarish heads. Plumes like eyes following... |

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