Down double sided boarded up streets, torn cars are buttoned into fired up twisted spaces.
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The music of early mornings and neighbourhood footstep is reflected in slow moving traffic that idles and stutters along the yawning High Street.
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Bare armed and heavily booted, keyholders arrive in knots of secret glances and reluctant handshakes while patiently adopting the routine of shouldered good nature and long days of empty ambition.
Steve Coel
