Over the hurried feet bridge and into the rushing across the wet city -
taxi cabs and big, red, slippery bus streets.
So many stories.
Bad coffee through a window sipped at St. Paul's slowly gazing.
Busy back-and-forth wet hair of dripping traffic on the street -
a river runs through it.
Fleet Street heads down, dailies hawked splashing in the rain.
Construction briefcases everywhere, in every hand.
Where is the Strand?
(2005)
that's good pizza
Monday, March 14, 2005
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That was something great to wake up to.
That was something great to wake up to.
... and the comment thing went funny. I'm sure it's my connection this morning.
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