Tuesday 20 February 2007

Tube Stop Markers

My memory is signposted by tube stop markers. Liverpool St, the place I walked away from him, engrossed in my newspaper, Baker St, the stop nearest to the hotel where we spent our first night together, Notting Hill Gate, the first time I laid eyes on him... you get the idea.
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