Great Northern...

to dream, perhaps, to get away from it all, or away from one’s self. It’s late afternoon, strolling into night. There’s a slight breeze – but you’re warm in your coat, or bundled in cotton as you gaze out the window when suddenly.......... CRASH CRASH CRASH.... BOOM BOOM BOOM... BING BANG BONG BIFF.
Incredible Record!
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