Tag: black writing

• Lonely Londoners

  On a grim winter evening, when it had a kind of unrealness about London, with a fog sleeping restlessly over the city and the lights showing in the blur as if it is not London at all, but some strange place on another planet, Moses Aloetta hop on a number 46 bus at the corner…

  chrisharding53

  June 12, 2012

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