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Daniel Brown
Joined January 2018
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From the first note on the French horn I find 30 years melting away and I am making toast on a summer morning at an eye level grill. I can smell the gas from the cooker and the warm bread changing colour while producing the amazing white bread toast aroma. The gas meter clicks noisily, hungry for coins. I see the sun picking its way slowly down the wall twenty feet from the kitchen window and know that I will be swimming in the sea later with my friends.
By Daniel Brown6 years ago in Beat