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</html><description>My husband Martin, son Ian and friend Andrea sat tonight drinking coffee and discussing outlandish dreams. What power, ability or experience we would love to have if there were no limits. It was an impractical exercise that broke down like this&#x2026; Martin said he would 1) go back in time and mentor his younger self&hellip;</description></oembed>
