Thursday, October 20, 2005
Kilburn Sunset
Pal snaps the last light of day from her kitchen and waves of nostalgia and homesickness wash over me. Would I not know those rooftops anywhere? Of course, if I was to be bundled back to Blighty, none would rail louder than me against the dirt and surliness and general all-round un-Bainbridgeness of my old new surroundings. What they say, the sky is always purpler ....
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