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Swapping Stories With A Stranger
Last night, the sun was still alive, looming above, but flagging with fatigue, and the sky was a soothing shade of blue. There were bottles, broken and blessed on the brown and grey stones of the pavement, as I crept past, lighting up a cigarette, hoping not to halt the slumber of a man who…
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Car Parks
There was red and blue, in the air, sirens singing, as I stared up at you, like you were an old friend, an old memory, a stabilising slap to the face, among the chaotic commuters, questioning officers, about how they should get home, and what they should do. I had been worrying about a press…