Midnight.
Calling back for those suburbs, raggedy places full of white-out early mornings. Dream-like traffic jams past hidden tube stations; Ickenham, Hillingdon, Uxbridge, Ruislip...
A calm and kindness under unnoticed trees and the tangled back gardens of houses never seen.
Nights were infinite.
There were always alleyways here.
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