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A rainy day I stand in the street in busy morning in London with others around me at this bus stop, despite the downpour and wind; it puddles and drips down off the plexiglas to us below.

As of us together, our feet wet, and some muddy you can hear the sirens as they pass us.

We've been waiting since about ten minutes but tensions are rising, as the rain beats down.
Grappling our thin coats, and shifting feet between smells of nicotine wafting throughout; not welcome amongst, some of the crowd.

My coffee now grown cold in my hand as I stand outside here with the group, phones bleeping and voices getting louder ; as more seek out space in this small shelter.

Most of us wish we were home warm and dry out of harms way, but work has

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