London
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The End of a New Season

Our white-haired fathers are sending missiles to obliterate philosophies and the hungry Continue reading
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In a Blue Park in London and the Night of a Different Sandwich

And so there I was, sitting on a bench in a park and eating fish n chips, oblivious to the ways of the universe. Then the joy of the glowing and ponderous day was suddenly shattered with screaming. Continue reading
