Sometimes this city is so pretty it's painful.
Like when I'm walking across Waterloo Bridge on my way to the National Theatre.
Like when I'm starting out over East London (Angel particularly & the Gerkin of course) and have pages to read and write looming in the night.
Anytime the sun shines, like it did today.
cheers & lots of love,
D
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