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FROM wp_term_relationships
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(
( wp_postmeta.meta_key = \'the_author\' AND wp_postmeta.meta_value = \'1150992\' )
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GROUP BY wp_posts.ID
ORDER BY wp_posts.post_date DESC
LIMIT 0, 6'
Lines of defence (I): The thin brown line
There’s a palpable sense of expectation as we cruise down the canal. Two dozen people and barely a word passes between us. It’s not the roar of the triple outboard engines, nor the forced camaraderie of strangers thrust together, with only their environmentalisms in common. Rather, it’s the sense that we’re travelling towards something—not a place, but a phenomenon, an event—whose name we know but whose face we have not yet seen.
September 9, 2010
