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Emily trains for the circus…

Posted on July 24, 2013 by Chris Goan
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Emily has bought herself a slackline- which is basically a long strap to hang between two trees and walk on.

She has a way to go yet before she can cross Niagara falls, but she is a lot better at it than I am.

Cue all sorts of analogies for life…

Nah, can’t be bothered.

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