I stopped at the corner of Churchill Road and Stirling Avenue. Heavy snow was falling and settling on the ground. The old Seaman's hall clock strikes eight in the distance, it's chime carrying on the still of the night, across the town. As I pass the Black Sails pub, a rousing chorus of 'I'm forever blowing bubbles' spills out into the street. Through the orange glow the of
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