Walking across the bridge, over the canal, through crisp Autumn air just in time to see the great yellow moon rise above an unfamiliar part of town, I felt excitement and a hunger to walk the dark shadowy streets all night.
When I lived here years ago, those same shadows, bridges, mills and canals, depleted me, starved me, tried to kill me.
Now they are romantic, as though seen through the eyes of a stranger.
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