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the fireflies burn
*** me those fireflies are mental. 60-odd hours of uphill, sorry, mountain. Bless em. One told me he started hearing voices in his head.
There were a lot of tired legs and white hats (worm rightly as a badge of pride) banging around the Croisette last night still giving it large despite the burning muscles and sore, well, muscles.
A worthy charity supported by the hardy members of the ad fraternity.
