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			<title>Headlight Spot</title>
			<description>There was a blankness off the muddy path and to the left.&amp;nbsp;Barbed wire fence laced in ghostly wire deteriorating in stillness,&amp;nbsp;sinking like decaying bones.&amp;nbsp;The fence was disappearing into colourful thrush,&amp;nbsp;Crawling purple knapweed and yellow agrimony,&amp;nbsp;But there was a sense of..</description>
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