Footprint
On the stair halfway between ground and the platform is a perfectly formed footprint. Drawn out in pinky orange plaster dust. Outlined with small circles from the tread. There are no others leading up to it or walking away.
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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