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As if water were stone, we cycle our eyes and ears upon the towpath, breathe harder, and focus our way forward. Our concentration is swifting, but as the canal moves along, we notice—as gently as if cafe lattes were being placed on pine-topped tables— the changing scenes on the canalside. We do know, yes I think, this is the Regent’s Canal, but it is hard to know what that means.

Image © Julian Lass 2011

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