“He watched the newly arrived commuters as they stepped into the carriage, pushed their way down the tube, the odours from their… — Amanda Sington-Williams Copy Share Image
“I write so that my handful of pebbles, cast daily into still waters, will produce a ripple. ” — Anne Schroeder Copy Share Image
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