Take a day, an ordinary day, an incessant drizzle on your head, right shoe soaking up puddles every time it hits pavement and a rock in the left. Mumbling about the bills on the counter, wondering for the 5th time if I locked the door, the 2 shows in Europe that will be affected by the drift of ash from Iceland, these are the ramblings that accompany my walk down the hill. But inevitably, joy is found in the form of the ever changing display boards of the City Market.
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