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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: Lynne Perrella		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2025 12:25:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Saveloy Stall.   That one.  John Claridge has lured me into the photo, and I tuck my head scarf into my collar and work the top button.   Cotton gloves are not much good,  and besides one of them has a hole.  Darn.  Billows of steam cloud my eyeglasses.   How I wish I was inside on such a day.  Everyone bustles past,  eyes downcast, on their way to somewhere warm.  I suppose.   Street, full of debris.  The whole block is boarded up.  I shuffle my feet to keep them warm, but it doesn&#039;t do much good.  The dampness comes up my sleeves, my hem, down my back.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Saveloy Stall.   That one.  John Claridge has lured me into the photo, and I tuck my head scarf into my collar and work the top button.   Cotton gloves are not much good,  and besides one of them has a hole.  Darn.  Billows of steam cloud my eyeglasses.   How I wish I was inside on such a day.  Everyone bustles past,  eyes downcast, on their way to somewhere warm.  I suppose.   Street, full of debris.  The whole block is boarded up.  I shuffle my feet to keep them warm, but it doesn&#8217;t do much good.  The dampness comes up my sleeves, my hem, down my back.</p>
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		By: Eve		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2025 10:56:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Good &#039;ol Tubby Isaacs at Aldgate - I miss jellied eels, shrimps &#038; winkles ..]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good &#8216;ol Tubby Isaacs at Aldgate &#8211; I miss jellied eels, shrimps &amp; winkles ..</p>
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		By: achim		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2025 09:40:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[John Claridge&#039;s photographs do something very simple: they bring people and their places together. Whereby the one is as important as the other. The pictures reflect this connection in an unmistakable way. The people are usually the first to disappear — but the buildings don&#039;t last forever either. Only the photographs remain.

Love &#038; Peace
ACHIM]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>John Claridge&#8217;s photographs do something very simple: they bring people and their places together. Whereby the one is as important as the other. The pictures reflect this connection in an unmistakable way. The people are usually the first to disappear — but the buildings don&#8217;t last forever either. Only the photographs remain.</p>
<p>Love &amp; Peace<br />
ACHIM</p>
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		By: Andy		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2025 05:47:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[All I can say is the characters you show make me feel proud to have come from the East End .

Perhaps , the only wrinkle , was remembering Walt Disney . I had heard , true or not , he was very selective in employment , with regards to race .]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All I can say is the characters you show make me feel proud to have come from the East End .</p>
<p>Perhaps , the only wrinkle , was remembering Walt Disney . I had heard , true or not , he was very selective in employment , with regards to race .</p>
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