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When I Grow Up

By Mike Riversdale / Friday, January 28, 2022

"I want to be as big as my friend at number one, when I grow up!", declared the excited young number fifteen gazing up at the tall black tower.

From "Tall buildings of Wellington", by M Riversdale aged 54½

1 Willis Street, Wellington Central, Wellington 6011, New Zealand

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