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'Tim gazed at the hills as she drove by in the flat car, which was mostly Sean's. The rolling greens of Kapiti were a far cry from the Canterbury plains of her youth: the Port Hills, winter frosts (and snows!), seeing one's own breath all winter through. These, she traded for the Wellington winds...'
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Until the recent age of identity-based themes, it was part of the bargain of plays or films that they might present views that the...