Autumn rolls in, and I can wear tights again. Uncovered, the central regions of my legs reveal an impressive mapping of veins and tributaries, bearing some resemblance to the Mississippi, or the Nile, or the Amazon. I wonder idly whether varicose veins show superior development in British women, given the prevalence of wet weather and wellingtons; my legs throb in sympathy as river waters in the north and west of the UK swell with the unusually high rainfall, break their banks, flood the surrounding country..
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