Monday, October 01, 2007
It's Sunday morning.
I left the flat in darkness, travelling through the streets to the sound of the dawn chorus. The sun gradually illuminating the world around me, turning the jet streams pink in the blue sky. I only left these streets a handful of hours before, and I can feel it in every muscle. But as tired as I am, there's nowhere I'd rather be than out in the chilly air of Fitzrovia.
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