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Each day the light slips into the murky shadows of the bedroom-morning-depression Cars swish by in the rush hour of work and school routines, timetables and teabreaks weekday working full of purpose. On the edge, outside the frame margin people wait silenced and destination free unmapped, unseen locked tight in a circle cruising their perimeter only hoping for a break. © M.L.Emmett
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
Each Day