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… on a slim, metal platform and fall, slowly and gracefully, toward the platforms ninety feet below. I arrive just as a train disgorges its cargo of grim, silent, imperceptibly corroded Londoners.
Marsha Adams
✍ Posy Churchgate
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Corroded- yes that is IT!
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