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Up here, it's like looking down at the world. You can see the trees, the flowers, the sea and the many busy people going on about the day. Up here it's like standing on a giants back exploring the world with awe.

By paulo, March 15, 2014.
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The coldness of the slate tile and it's dampness seeped through the thin polyester trousers Hamish had stolen from the market. With knees pulled tight to his pronounced rib cage he shivered in the early morning chill. In this poor light the roof-tops spread in every direction like great grey serpents with rectangular scales. Only the red brick chimneys ruined the illusion, but in this light they were just as monochromatic as everything else, the slate, the swirling smog, the streets that were never deserted, the unfriendly sky with it's dense cloud robbing him of the sunrise. From here he could see what a maze this borough was, every house three stories and each joined to the next. The streets curved as if laid down on a whim a few centuries ago before anyone had conceived of a grid pattern idea. He smirked, up here he was the king of the world, untouchable. He leant back against the chimney, reaching for chocolate wedged in his pocket and slipped a few feet toward the gutter.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 10, 2014.