A
heavy, overcast day,
patches
of rain, following
a
sleepless night, my body
is
in a meeting, my mind
is
walking from the tube station
at
Russell Square to a house
on
Doughty Street, only
a
few blocks, a house
whose
façade replicates
all
the facades, gray-brown brick
on
Doughty Street, a street
of
sameness, a street
where
imagination thrived
for
a time, even under
a
heavy, overcast day
with
patches of rain.
Photograph: The Charles Dickens Museum
Doughty Street, London.
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