Face whipped by an ice -wet wall of wind, squinting at the chill, shoulders shrugged on shrivelled spine, shrunk against the relentless unforgiving shadow above. Brick archway offered temporary respite from attack. A rank putrid assault of urine stank with rotting fatigue of flesh, under a rumble d, hurried world, anxiously bridging one worthy shelter […]

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