Issue 67 - Precipitating Stability
I love the rain. Those so-called ‘miserable days’ when the incessant, drizzle splattered wind makes your cheeks burn and your eyes run are heaven to me. And if I happen to be out in such weather and have ‘forgotten’ my warm rain mac so that a constant stream of freezing cold water runs down my back, then so much the better.
The origins of my passion for a good cold soaking are open to debate. Suggestions have ranged from complete insanity to my having been a duck in a former life (as if belief in the latter would not serve to confirm the former), and I must admit I have always possessed the uncanny ability to contort my mouth into a beak. After this, however, my case for avian origins would appear to fall down.
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The origins of my passion for a good cold soaking are open to debate. Suggestions have ranged from complete insanity to my having been a duck in a former life (as if belief in the latter would not serve to confirm the former), and I must admit I have always possessed the uncanny ability to contort my mouth into a beak. After this, however, my case for avian origins would appear to fall down.
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