Saturday, 19 June 2010

Leaving Bristol

A woman waved at the train with a bunch of yellow flowers and in her eyes, standing there in the allotment, I could see the beautiful madness of waving at those she had no knowledge of. She was the alternative in the sun. She was the self righteous, privileged and beautiful Bristol I had come to know, a place where more people believe it is possible to be yourself than anywhere I have known.

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