I left the bookshop just in time to see this play of colours across the sky and the city filled with an extraordinary light, around nine this evening.
Everyone seemed to enjoy it, perhaps talking a little lower, walking a little slower, except this boy cast in bronze. He always looks grumpy, and I can't really blame him. All summer, the fish are spitting water on him, and all winter, he just looks really cold.
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