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but then, when you think you can forget it, it sparkles again.

curses.
i don’t know what the paper triangles are precisely, floating like confetti slung.
cycling over the river is the best at dusk, racing against hassle of putting lights on later and later, along the path of the Fleet, through Smithfields, Barbican,  into a railway arch, female vocal, out of a railway arch. this book so far is excellent and rich, a london cycle ride enhancement tool, but too heavy to carry anywhere.

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