Tag Archives: London

Ealing Common

‘You know what, maybe I hadn’t totally forgotten we’d met before. When I came into the pub today and saw you behind the bar, I had this feeling, like I was returning to a familiar place or something.’ ‘I was … Continue reading

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Even if it Becomes Less Important

He was a good friend. Dearly missed. Always ahead of his years; Ok, not always. I didn’t want to hear it. He told me so confidently, Rock hair glowing angelically, In a dark corner of London dreams. You always have … Continue reading

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