12.14pm - The Kitchen
Through the bleak ocean of day an aircraft begins its final plunge kettle-whistling from beyond the cloth damp clouds. In the near distance you hear lorries brake-hissing, wheezing at the lights. And a train rushes its body at the length of track - each shivering sharp clackity-clack curlicued by the creak of an ancient stair. And the clock rattles off the time till 12.15pm.
Through the bleak ocean of day an aircraft begins its final plunge kettle-whistling from beyond the cloth damp clouds. In the near distance you hear lorries brake-hissing, wheezing at the lights. And a train rushes its body at the length of track - each shivering sharp clackity-clack curlicued by the creak of an ancient stair. And the clock rattles off the time till 12.15pm.
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