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great
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escapes
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number
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one |
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sometimes
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no
amount
of
shopping
drinking
TV
or other
distractions
will do
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short
of
writing
poetry
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it's
time
to get
out
of the
city |
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f
a
c
t
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all
cities have
a
river
flowing through them |
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start
there |
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walk
cycle
swim
whatever
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head
up
river |
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stay
close
to
the
river's
bank
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smaller |
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g
e
t
s |
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as
it
gets
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&
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smaller
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until |
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you
get
to
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the
source
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.
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that's |
it |
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hang
out there
for a while
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until
you're ready
for
the
city |
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swirling |
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and its
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descent |
into |
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intoxicating |
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numbness
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the
city
was
london
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the
river the
thames
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I
go
alone
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p
u
r
e
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me
the bike
the river
and a bed
under
the stars
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r
o
m
a
n
t
i
c
?
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of
course!
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