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A Random Box (of Rubick's Cubes)


Carrying on from the theme of stumbling upon such random things, here is a photo I took in the summer. I was doing a little photography project on the South Wales Valleys, and frankly, it is a hot-bed of brilliant, bizarre occurrences. 
I was walking down a small side-road when I noticed this box just sat on the wall. There was no one else around, naturally. I approached and snapped a pic, and as I inspected the box I realised it was....a box of Rubick's Cubes. Of all things, perched on a scabby wall, a box of Rubick's Cubes in the depths of the Welsh valleys. Why, how, or what? And why do I, of all people, keep finding these things?
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BetaWolf said…
it sounds like a episode of dr who, maybe your going to be the new doctor
30 October 2008 at 02:39
Sian said…
I wish! (I don't even like Dr Who, but the role would be good) ;-) I had my photo taken with darleks the other day too.
30 October 2008 at 02:50
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