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In Hornsey       N8           resting.               From somewhere                   a rising crescendo                        'Ohhh, My God, yes.                             That's so fuckin' good!'                                 On the walkway                                       the plasticised soles                                            of black pumps                                                 slap the pavement                                                    obscenely,                                                         I think.                                                               But ...                                                                   Hang on!                                                             I hold                                                       slowing                                                  And                                             look up.                                       *From a cherry tree                                  an exquisite                            pink blossom                        releases herself                   gliding               closer           &      closer*.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
Hornsey Blossom
In Hornsey       N8           resting.               From somewhere                   a rising crescendo                        'Ohhh, My God, yes.                             That's so fuckin' good!'                                 On the walkway                                       the plasticised soles                                            of black pumps                                                 slap the pavement                                                    obscenely,                                                         I think.                                                               But ...                                                                   Hang on!                                                             I hold                                                       slowing                                                  And                                             look up.                                       *From a cherry tree                                  an exquisite                            pink blossom                        releases herself                   gliding               closer           &      closer*.
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