a group of us are sitting on a hill overlooking the canal's basin. the water is dark and still, mirroring the passing sky. over the other side of the canal is a group of cranes and diggers from the building site. this is a friend's hen do, and i have asked the builders to do something special for us. suddenly all the cranes start swooping in and out of the canal, skimming the water, pecking at the earth near us, like hungry birds doing some magical dance. it is a beautiful sight, elegant and urban and mysterious. as suddenly as it all began, it ends, the cranes back to silent stillness. then a group of firemen come along. for some reason the have to go through a net tunnel to get to us. by the time they arrive, though, we're so high on the spectacle of the cranes and champagne and being together that we don't really pay attention to them. they are beautiful men, but so what, is the feeling. so off the canter back to where they came from and leave us to frolic on the hill as the sun sets.
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