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How the dickens does one embrace goodbyes when they love the one they are bidding farewell too. A temporary departure, a momentary separation, the tell tale wire of taking leave stretches along the causeway, along the railway tracks, through the city and into the country, the ties are attached, unbreakable despite distance. An assignment of severance well out of sync in space, whilst mindfully together -the needle is slipping on the record player but the shellac grips the needle falls into the groove and the tune plays on projecting the sub-frequency vibration of the continent amongst the sounds of the earth. Scotch Eggs, do you like the egg or the scotch. Breadcrumbs and pork do not constitute scotch. Is that not very funny.