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| katie 2008-03-21 ch 1, anon. | abuseah. i'm assuming you live in london then. this is pretty emotional stuff... 'Each fragile memory was formed from dust and to dust it now returns' - funereal, i suppose it's very appropriate for this. reading this has made me feel a bit hard-hearted, because i heard about the fire in camden market when it happened but without really...caring? then again, i've only been twice. so it didn't have any, well, sentimental value for me. but clearly the place meant a lot to you and your friends (and the stall-keepers and every other londoner). i can't imagine how awful i'd feel if the same thing happened to my 'our haunt'. 'Every well-loved stone of the railway arch is scorched and crumbling.' this is sad. you describe it well. |