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Saturday, 4 March 2017

The perpetual Monday into a Friday

the changeover of a month, and a town. 

Though not far in the solutions to capusulate the life after the hoard. All the influences of the first hours here. Those numerous types of programs making a series out of people and their habits .... that I am exposed to in others homes ... 

And today a lot happened in tandem with the fun and times when one catches up with others. I glad I am not exposed to such times constantly.... 

The life around impacting on feelings, dormant in everyday a while ... 

The many customs in costumes, the headgear of men and women .... The plain, the colourful, the adorned. The tattoos, the long, long beards, a living history in geography .... 

The working life versus the travellers with luggage, the business versus the pleasure... commuters packed like sardines, travellers lean for a busy route. 

The speed of travel seemed more like being inside a sieve being shaken, this journey on both tube and train as though a funnel of a wind whip gliding along the tracks of rails ... 

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