- Crossing Holloway Road, and feeling that I was home - without ever realising that I'd felt I'd been away
- A laughter-filled lunch
- A clever and funny run through a map of critical theorists over a bottle of red. Suddenly, it all made a wee bit more sense.
- Twinkling at a man singing - loudly - along to his ipod. He twinkled back, later, when we crossed paths again.
- A perfect silver sliver of a sickle moon, high in the sky above my flat.
Tuesday 30 December 2008
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