Wednesday, June 20, 2007

'One time, as I was scurrying about to somewhere, I remember I passed this strange old side beneath a wooden bridge. It stopped me short. immediately I was reminded of days gone by, when I was a young child freezing over a cold, cold grate - where there was supposed to be heat that no one could afford.'
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