England is beautiful. Rainy, misty, dirty. There is a part of my soul which is quite soothed by these wild winds and cold people. Men in woolen overcoats and women in drab clothing, babies so bundled they can barely move, nearly being run over by the traffic coming from the left, millions of languages sitting next to you on the subway, kebabs from
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