a street corner, dark. broken windows, strewn beer bottles. hooded characters shadow through you, reserved. urban waste obstacle course.
a baby cries in a corner. a powerful wail. and the mother, laughing, wonders at her noisy, beautiful baby, laughing, picks her up, bouncing her in the air, laughing. until the baby breaks into giggly laughter too.
brixton/stockwell
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