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I visited my friend Tom Woollard, and we started to walk towards Malham Cove. Quite the Hobbit like terrain. It was good to slow down, explore and discover. An then I had to the airport in Manchester, which was one of the most awkward situations. Our Eurowings flight was canceled, we were rushed in a hotel, I got pissed with my fellow stranded passengers. Got to bed at two or three, got a call at Four to jump in a taxi to the airport, to be told there, that my flight with be in the late afternoon. Well planned, well executed. But it gave me the chance to see manchester and meet my friend Ellen on a quick stretch.
I love this. The strong sunlight in front of the overcast sky, and both the figures with their backs turned to the viewer, apparently looking out at the gathering storm—there’s so much mystery to it.
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