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It’s a grey, chilly morning the week before Christmas.

I’m walking through the ticket barriers to board the London train at my end-of-t..

‘Twas the night before ChristmasÂ and all throughout the house not a creature was stirring, not even a…

Well, it’s a lovely thought b..

Wall Street was already hustling and bustling at 7:30am on the Monday before Thanksgiving. However, amid the desk workers jostling their w..

It was her stillness which caught my attention. She sat on the grass with an almost statue-like absence of motion. Slowly she raised an ex..

They joined the train at Cambridge, the halfway point on the line from Kings Lynn in Norfolk to Kings Cross in London. Two ladies, about 6..

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