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January 7, 2011
In the dying light I sat crouched by the railings watching a lone gondola slowly making its way along the river, its shape silhouetted against an orange sky. On either side of the water evening strollers wandered in groups of two and three, enjoying the relative cool of the evening air. And it occurred to me that if I was about to draw my final breath, this is the kind of scene I would replay in my mind as I realised itís the simple pleasures in life I will miss the most, that I all too often let pass unnoticed.