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The man on the bus who told me we were in Finsbury Park because he’d overheard me asking when I got on. So sweet I wanted to cry.

Ruby’s pleasure talk. Meeting a woman who had seen me at WOW, in both capacities. And a woman who had drawn me naked. And realising I don’t need to be like Ruby, I can be by myself.

Walking along the canal in the sun after work. Sitting on a bench, watching a cat watch me from inside a canal boat.

Discovering new storage areas in the basement. And the creepy Scottish puppets dolls down there…

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The beautiful cold and misty morning walk over Waterloo bridge. And sharing that moment with a stranger.
The way the light came through the windows at work.
Playing with the litter pickers.