It's surreal watching all these uniform bits of paper float down from the sky. A lot of these photographs can't possibly have been taken with a real camera; they must be memories, or else still frames from our lives captured by magic. I think that's the indisputable theme this month - memories. With so many having left the City recently, I can't
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[Tap tap tap. That is the sound of a retractable ball-point pen smacking against the top edge of a hard bound notebook. It being the day after Black Friday (that Friday is not for shopping, it is for people watching), Clow is out in the shopping district in a heavy winter coat with a bag slung over his shoulder, doing the obvious. Though, it's
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Those of you who ought to be replying to this post to let me know that you're recovering from yesterday, you should know who you are. Silence on your part will serve as a signal that I should come to where you are and commence fussing over you until such a time as you recover enough strength to kick me out of your house
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