The Final Memory

Three months have passed since the Second Move.

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Of all my memories from the second geographical period, one remains so prominent that it is almost always the first thing that comes to mind when I think to myself "back there."








Ducks and ducks and ducks and ducks.




A premonition of things to come?


I dreamt of this place before. I don't think there were any traffic cones then.


Gomorrah!







William Wallace sold here.


Kurdistan.





Jazz and tonic.





Fallout 3 features prominently in the memory.


A speech bubble forms as he prepares to speak.




Fish and chips.








Sasquatch.








I'm glad I was woken up so early to see this.







Windy.












My trip to Edinburgh was enchanting.


Thanks, John.