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The sweet hum of a beautiful melody. The deep aroma of morning exhaust fumes. The excited chatter in a foreign tone. Clip clopping of high heeled shoes speeding up to catch a bus. The homeless man wrapped in a rotten sleeping bag as close to rigormortis as a live man gets with his palm open but his eyes closed. The twang of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke floating effortlessly up to the blue sky above. Marvellous architectural wonders rising from the ground, their dominating shadows line the streets to serve as a reminder that our forefathers laid down the road we still walk today.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
London stroll
The sweet hum of a beautiful melody. The deep aroma of morning exhaust fumes. The excited chatter in a foreign tone. Clip clopping of high heeled shoes speeding up to catch a bus. The homeless man wrapped in a rotten sleeping bag as close to rigormortis as a live man gets with his palm open but his eyes closed. The twang of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke floating effortlessly up to the blue sky above. Marvellous architectural wonders rising from the ground, their dominating shadows line the streets to serve as a reminder that our forefathers laid down the road we still walk today.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
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