The three sticks of wood behind and the three sticks of wood in front, standing in the middle one, quite far from me and much closer to the three sticks down lane, a white clad gentleman with a odd shaped wooden club and attired in an armor of cloth that has inside it, a myriad of interesting stuffing...
Not that I look back, when I am at the edge, it was not in-fact 22 yards, more about 21 I would say.
... 22 yards ... or about 21 yards ... the green field around me, the strip of soil in the middle, pounded down and rolled over and over ...
I need to look back or maybe I don't ...
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