Walk the paths that weave and turn under trees, through ferns, and over bridges. After emerging from the undergrowth, a fence blocks the way. Turn and go back, follow another path, and emerge, only to be blocked again by a fence. Unable to get out of the botanic gardens, we may end up stuck here forever to become the ghosts of the botanic gardens.
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Fred Jukes, my grandfather and best friend, instilled and nurtured the imagination of a small child. He encouraged me to explore the world with wonderment and to live life in the dream state of magic and kaleidescope colours. Thanks to him, my dreams have colour and music. It is he who planted the seed that grew into stories. Stories that I can share. I am Chris Jukes. I am where the stories live and grow.