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Stirling

Wild, rolling, mountainous, expansive landscapes. Horizons lined with powerful, silent forms sitting below ominous, swollen grey clouds.

Loud music blaring from the local pub on the corner of my street. Middle-aged men and women standing outside – lighting up and presumably living for these fleeting periods of escape in the meaningless, raw light of day.

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