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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Sophia Ballantyne		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2020/12/20/midwinter-in-spitalfields/#comment-1362079</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sophia Ballantyne]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2020 09:55:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a native Londoner, your article served to underpin my opinion that life outside this city is a blessed relief by not being hemmed in by those buildings! Wasn&#039;t it so much worse in the days of endless fog, though?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a native Londoner, your article served to underpin my opinion that life outside this city is a blessed relief by not being hemmed in by those buildings! Wasn&#8217;t it so much worse in the days of endless fog, though?</p>
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		By: ella		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2020 08:36:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you very much for these wonderful picutures, sparkling with catched light! And anyway for your heartwarming notes every day, it&#039;s a pleasure for me, as I don&#039;t live in the city and would like to be there! Ella]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you very much for these wonderful picutures, sparkling with catched light! And anyway for your heartwarming notes every day, it&#8217;s a pleasure for me, as I don&#8217;t live in the city and would like to be there! Ella</p>
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		By: Bob		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bob]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2020 07:26:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dear GA..the last time I was in London was on your course in Fournier Street back in March. I feel that I have a personal relationship with the road in which my step daughter Amber(Rip) once lived in Rodney Archer’s house. Remembering vividly the last time I was there in 2015 climbing the stairs to her rooms in the upper space. I have always loved living in the Surrey Hills. But looked forward to Spitalfields virtually weekly. This blog makes me realise how much I miss it .]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear GA..the last time I was in London was on your course in Fournier Street back in March. I feel that I have a personal relationship with the road in which my step daughter Amber(Rip) once lived in Rodney Archer’s house. Remembering vividly the last time I was there in 2015 climbing the stairs to her rooms in the upper space. I have always loved living in the Surrey Hills. But looked forward to Spitalfields virtually weekly. This blog makes me realise how much I miss it .</p>
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		By: Beverly Sand		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Beverly Sand]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 18:25:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you so much for this winter light in the general darkness and for your wonderful blogs.  Your knowledge and endless curiosity are so uplifting.  Have a great Christmas, stay safe, and keep on writing and studying!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you so much for this winter light in the general darkness and for your wonderful blogs.  Your knowledge and endless curiosity are so uplifting.  Have a great Christmas, stay safe, and keep on writing and studying!</p>
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		By: paul loften		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 15:14:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The light affects us in so many ways. I recall my first job interview on leaving school in the late 60&#039;s and walking through the narrow, light-starved streets in Leadenhall Street to a bank that the agency had sent me to. The strange shadows cast by the buildings left me feeling nervous and apprehensive   On entering the bank and seeing the dull Victorian surroundings, clerks with their heads down, silently at their work, I was immediately filled with gloom and despair, A gentleman with mutton-chop whiskers handed me a maths test paper which I failed miserably. At the interview  I recall him saying to me &quot;I never thought a boy from Parmiter&#039;s school could be so bad at maths.&quot;   I remember the feeling of pleasure walking back by way of Bishopsgate to the bus stop,  thinking that was not a job for me.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The light affects us in so many ways. I recall my first job interview on leaving school in the late 60&#8217;s and walking through the narrow, light-starved streets in Leadenhall Street to a bank that the agency had sent me to. The strange shadows cast by the buildings left me feeling nervous and apprehensive   On entering the bank and seeing the dull Victorian surroundings, clerks with their heads down, silently at their work, I was immediately filled with gloom and despair, A gentleman with mutton-chop whiskers handed me a maths test paper which I failed miserably. At the interview  I recall him saying to me &#8220;I never thought a boy from Parmiter&#8217;s school could be so bad at maths.&#8221;   I remember the feeling of pleasure walking back by way of Bishopsgate to the bus stop,  thinking that was not a job for me.</p>
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		By: Moyra Peralta		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Moyra Peralta]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 14:03:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Can but only endorse ALL  the above comments. Beautifully seen and captured. (Plus, loved the war medals / GUN story, just discovered.)
moyra]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Can but only endorse ALL  the above comments. Beautifully seen and captured. (Plus, loved the war medals / GUN story, just discovered.)<br />
moyra</p>
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		By: Lynne Perrella		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lynne Perrella]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 13:52:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A wonderful post.  I love circumstances that put us into wonderful positions to observe and savor people/places/things that would have normally been missed.  For instance, a pre-dawn drive to catch an early flight.  As I back out of our driveway, I am awash in those &quot;stay-at-home&quot; thoughts of reluctance and regret.  &quot;harumph.....WHY did I book this trip anyhow?
I could be under my warm covers right now........&quot;.  But as I drive on, I witness the stillness of a cornfield in the moonlight, and a deer pausing at the edge of the road, and eventually the reward of a luminous sunrise.  With each sighting, I am pulled forward --- More into the flow of  &quot;going&quot;, and soon I forget &quot;staying&quot;.  (if that makes any sense)   Your photos brought that forward -- how it feels to venture out, on a solitary excursion , filled with the urge to capture beauty and share it.    Happy Holidays, all.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A wonderful post.  I love circumstances that put us into wonderful positions to observe and savor people/places/things that would have normally been missed.  For instance, a pre-dawn drive to catch an early flight.  As I back out of our driveway, I am awash in those &#8220;stay-at-home&#8221; thoughts of reluctance and regret.  &#8220;harumph&#8230;..WHY did I book this trip anyhow?<br />
I could be under my warm covers right now&#8230;&#8230;..&#8221;.  But as I drive on, I witness the stillness of a cornfield in the moonlight, and a deer pausing at the edge of the road, and eventually the reward of a luminous sunrise.  With each sighting, I am pulled forward &#8212; More into the flow of  &#8220;going&#8221;, and soon I forget &#8220;staying&#8221;.  (if that makes any sense)   Your photos brought that forward &#8212; how it feels to venture out, on a solitary excursion , filled with the urge to capture beauty and share it.    Happy Holidays, all.</p>
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		By: Lesley Hudswell		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lesley Hudswell]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 12:11:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Beautiful buildings and light, but not a single green thing.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful buildings and light, but not a single green thing.</p>
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		By: Helen Breen		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Helen Breen]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 12:04:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Holiday greetings from Boston, 

GA, so true –“The inexorable descent into winter darkness is upon us, even if we have reached the equinox and days will start to lengthen now.” The “dark days before Christmas” will pass and we will make our inevitable journey into spring.  

Special greetings to you and all of you enduring those “Tier 4” restrictions in London and beyond. Every ray of light lifts the spirit and you provide so many in your daily posts.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Holiday greetings from Boston, </p>
<p>GA, so true –“The inexorable descent into winter darkness is upon us, even if we have reached the equinox and days will start to lengthen now.” The “dark days before Christmas” will pass and we will make our inevitable journey into spring.  </p>
<p>Special greetings to you and all of you enduring those “Tier 4” restrictions in London and beyond. Every ray of light lifts the spirit and you provide so many in your daily posts.</p>
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		By: Achim		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2020/12/20/midwinter-in-spitalfields/#comment-1361893</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Achim]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 11:46:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A Merry Christmas to The Gentle Author  and all Visitors of the SPITALFIELDS-LIFE-Website! 

May the New Year 2021 be a much better one than this &quot;Annus Horribiles&quot;, which please can happily f*** off!

All the Best to You in 2021!

Love &#038; Peace
ACHIM]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A Merry Christmas to The Gentle Author  and all Visitors of the SPITALFIELDS-LIFE-Website! </p>
<p>May the New Year 2021 be a much better one than this &#8220;Annus Horribiles&#8221;, which please can happily f*** off!</p>
<p>All the Best to You in 2021!</p>
<p>Love &amp; Peace<br />
ACHIM</p>
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