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A Latitude at My Fingertips Indelible at the scene a stunned girl drowned deleted from the gutter of a raging-gale pier. Now airspace modifies its light and the chemosphere freshens. Dead certainty, once and for all I'll not wince for the North Shields mob. I sunk my promise with a pebble, the ripples were catastrophic.