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Home > Diaries > 2016 > 512 |
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PASSING through the confines of a dark alley under a motorway in the dead of night is totally unlike my usual exploration of vast landscape vistas. The fish swallowing the train at the start of the alley was just the first of a progression of murals colouring this otherwise desolate concrete jungle. |
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