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Small Stone 28/1/11

While walking, I hear many accents and languages, and see many colours.
Where I live, I sense these things, too.
But there, I don’t remark on them because I’m used to them.
Here, I do because London has changed since  I lived here.
The outsider notices more.

By Miriam Drori

Author, editor, attempter of this thing called life.

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