This is the view from my office window, taken one Christmas back in the day when I was still a mere fledgling photographer. Soulful, isn't it?
The top window is the room where the Christmas parties were held. I never went to them because I knew my nature and didn't want to dishonour myself. Christmas had a habit of tripping a switch, and I always deplored people who allowed their switches to be tripped against their sense of standards.
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