Early Drive. 7am. A sky of semolina as we spin around to sunrise. Silhouettes and shadow people. Ghosts in the machine. The great warehouses on the edge of Northampton stand like giant, alien boxes in need of nourishment. I drop my lad off at one. He's a light snack, at best!
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