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i am still at the fireplace in space warming my marshmallows slowly. but am happy to remotely post these pics by fellow punk monk, andy finn after he went happily AWOL with my camera into the pulsing red & yellow womb of the night.
the chocolate tin is now empty. but the hole in the roof of the corner shop [punk monk HQ] remains.
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