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WHEN SEEING IS NOT REALLY SEEING
As always happens every day that I ride my bike to work, I arrived on the south bank of the river where cafes, pedestrians, cyclists and street magicians all vie for space on the footpath. Coming out of the shadow of an over-bridge, I noticed an elderly couple standing at the entrance to a café. He had one of those white painted canes. She had her arm tucked protectively into...Read More