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  • My mother's favourite crash was striking a golf-ball, squarely, in exactly the right direction to get into the pot (sorry I'm not really up on golfing nomenclature), only for it to strike a sapling about 15 metres away, and come directly back and hit her square in her left eye, dislodging her retina.

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