Wednesday, July 18, 2012

18 July 2005

From the diary:
This city sings to me every time I watch its people with wide open eyes; from street sleepers kissing each other's hands like gallants in parting, to the young couple helping a very drunk man patiently through Charing Cross Station and a crippled but incredibly tall man with his loving, diminutive girlfriend, there are a myriad of stories on the street for the interested to observe.

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