The Meaningless White

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2026-05-31 05:45:03 -

The river was gray. It was always gray. Some days it was a deeper gray, some days a lighter gray, and on the rare occasions when the sun managed to pierce through the London smog, it was a pale, uncertain gray, like a man who was trying to remember a face he had once loved but could not quite place. I sat on the embankment and watched it move. It moved with the slow, indifferent persistence of...

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