Gales
Well we're not really having any but the low cloud is racing, big bits of ash (or it could be torn up plastic) fly past the window and in the background the sound of a tarpaulin being thrashed against its scaffold.
I love my city because... It is constantly changing and yet familiar. Anonymous but friendly. Residential, industrial and entertaining. Fast paced with sedate pockets. I love my city because I am a Londoner.
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