#carbonel

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“The houses of Tottenham Grove were taller than the ones onto which she looked from her bedroom window. She had always liked the huddle of roofs, with different shaped chimney pots, some with cowls that twisted and twirled with the wind, some clustered together in all shapes and sizes, and some in neat rows like sand pies on the beach. It might almost be some strange country, she thought. Below her she could see the top of the wall that stretched along the back of all the smutty little gardens of Tottenham Grove, with the side walls joining in like tributaries. She could see a couple of cats now trotting along, one of them in a purposeful way.”