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It's 4.30am in my chilly office. The Western Australian winter rain thunders down on the roof, and I dream of a summer in Europe, soon to become a reality. Believe it or not, yesterday's Perth maximum temperature was London's minimum.
But honestly, I don't base my life around my skin temperature. After all, I am not this body, but someone living deep inside my skin, looking out at the world through two eyes from this amazing body-machine produced with impeccable skill by the Supreme Designer.
And besides, whatever temperature it is outside, it's always warm in the kitchen!
Posted by Kurma on 18/6/05; 6:39:36 AM
from the Travel dept.
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