The Twig is Dead. Long live The Twig.
Those words ring hollow in my ears. Now that I am back from an extended sojourn testing an even newer range of Silky Fox pruning saws in Arctic Finland, with only a pair of turkey-grabbers and a fighter bomber pilot's cowhide neck-brace for comfort in the inclemency, I see from my Googlemail Intray that EF has been sending begging letters again wanting cyber-pals.
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