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tares into the middle distance. The tousled hair is a touch more Gandalf The Grey, but the face strangely ageless, and the Hawaiian shirt a joyfully idiosyncratic move for first thing in Miramar, the Wellington suburb that slopes gently toward the sea. It’s the same house, with the same view, years ago, “What the hell were we thinking” “I mean, I would hesitate to even could do anything like that now. It's almost overwhelming to think back on. Iwas younger, we were all younger, and enthusiastic and naive. …
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