The Same River Twice
1925 The river was brown that morning. Not the soft brown of tea or the cheerful brown of toffee, but the heavy brown of things that had been churned up from the bottom by a dredger working through the night. Elsie Cooper stood at the window of the room she shared with her two sisters and watched the Thames move past the dock like a slow animal, heavy and indifferent. She was nineteen years old...
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