A gray dead end street


“The grey streets of London are greyer than the stone,
The grey streets of London where I must walk my lone,
The stony city pavements are hard to tread, alas!
My heart and feet are aching for the Irish grass.”

(K. Tynan in The grey streets of London)
Charleroi (B)

Face to Face

“Stand face to face, friend…
and unveil the grace in thine eyes,
All care let buffetting winds bear away;
For in the golden house of the singer
the voice of lamentation may not be.”

(H.M.F. Bantock unknown title)
Herstal (B)

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