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A few hours north of London, the dark-grey sky, rising above ; It was a cold and cheerless evening
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A few minutes north of London, the dark-grey sky, rising above bbuildings ; tall and thin. One end of the city is filled with people, lights, clubs and pubs. The other side of the city is quite and dark. The fog seems to linger over the street, clutching the buildings, the streetlamps, the entire city, in a damp, icy grip. You can tell that winter is on its way. The buildings are camouflaged by the dark sky, shadowing the streets. The dark alleys, the big shops, the traffic jams, are all part of the jungle called St Johns Wood. The naked trees move, fiercely, with the strong wind. The city was lifeless. Cold dense rain fell, like the dark clouds above, are crying letting all the sadness fall on the city. Tall buildings were now barley visible the long roads looked like small pathways. Most lights were coming from...
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