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LAMB: We were taking Nanny's dog for a walk this afternoon when you suddenly stopped still in the middle of the footpath. You stood there motionless for a while, eyes transfixed on the footpath in front of you, refusing to move. When I asked you what was wrong you said bluntly, without taking your eyes away, "waiting". "What are you waiting for?" I asked. "For the bug to cross" you replied, rather matter-of-factly. It was only then I became aware of the tiny black beetle slowly making its way across the footpath in front of you. You stood there, as still as a statue, until the beetle had completed its treacherous journey across the concrete Sahara.

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