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[wwidsith]

I travelled up to Newcastle this week for a meeting.  I was up at 5am to catch an early train, and the walk through the silent sleeping city was made filmic as well as beautiful thanks to a fortuitous selection from my iPod's shuffle.  The road glistened in the dark like a slug.  Autumn had come: the pavements were wet collages of flat, five-spoked

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[herself_nyc]

Lovely post.
Though encountering people like that Scottish man is why riding on trains is England always terrifies me.