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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Barelytonal</title><link>http://dawidkimberg.blog.co.uk/</link><description>I'm going to give myself some air. </description><language>en-EU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Barelytonal</title><link>http://dawidkimberg.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/26/320357c340843825eef8d71509d283_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>title-2506981</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/477/1711477_2ce13e183d_s.jpg" alt="happy me" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Happy Dawid
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	&lt;p&gt;Some of my friends in rehearsal for Le Nozze di Figaro.
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Today I wondered whether I am living in a free country. Call it paranoia but it's good to stay on top of these things right? Are we on the verge of something globally catastrophic? I hope so. Hopefully this blog will give me some air, or connect a few dots even if it's only to myself. I also had a very vivid and rather scary thought about being a child growing up in London or any city and never having been outside of it. I am so lucky to have grown up in some truly spectacular places and I've been to many other places as an adult that I can now tap into when my hectic, well I think so, city-life becomes unbearable. Popular hectic-city-life mental-holidays include:&lt;br&gt;
1.Surfing in Australia - I can see one particular wave very clearly in my imagination.&lt;br&gt;
2.Spearfishing in Austalia - All those bright coral colours haven't faded in my mind's eye quite yet.&lt;br&gt;
3.Hiking in the Drakensberg Mountains in South Africa - Where I went to school.&lt;br&gt;
Maybe this is enough for now, I don't want to wear myself out on my first entry and I imagine that I quite easily could. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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