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Good lord, there is so much to write about. So much seen this weekend, so much done, and so much exhaustion. I simultaneously wish to write everything up, talk about the pictures I've taken now lurking in "Private Only" on Flickr until I get them all described, and lie back down in this bed with my Michael Palin diaries and gradually fall asleep.

I think I know what I'm opting for now. My eyes have spoken.