Freshness Big Year: Whatever happened to Andres, runner by the river?

Sigh . . . I used to blithely head down to the Yarra and pad alongside its sluggish brown beauty. Now, recovered from muscle misbehaviour but coughing and spluttering, all I do is loops of my dull old streets.

At night I dream of lazy waters . . .

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