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Tag Archives: Stoke Newington
Experiencing fully
the cover of the Kew magazine shouts out: the new way to LOVE WINTER What was wrong with the old way, I wonder. And what is the new way? Well, you have to slow down, and STOP, LOOK, LOVE … Continue reading
Posted in and the city, crude satire, hilarious, language, mountains, flowers, landscapes
Tagged cars, piz nair, Stoke Newington
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poppies
One Sunday afternoon, two or three weeks ago, Sheila and I went for a little trip into the City. We took the train from Stoke Newington to Liverpool Street and then got on the first bus in Bishopsgate to go … Continue reading
Posted in and the city, history, politics, in the City
Tagged poppies, Stoke Newington, Tower of London
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january 22 (2012?)
Tuesday. It snowed a lot on sunday, after friday’s snow had half melted and the streets and pavements were dark and dirty, and it’s still here, still white, though it mostly dripped off the branches in yesterday’s brief sun. Yesterday … Continue reading