One last spin in Bruce. I can't imagine we will brave another trip out this year. Now, in the dark evenings, when the street lamps are spilling gold light over the canals and your breath mists, it somehow feels more like Amsterdam.
One last time
One last spin in Bruce. I can't imagine we will brave another trip out this year. Now, in the dark evenings, when the street lamps are spilling gold light over the canals and your breath mists, it somehow feels more like Amsterdam.
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