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  • St. James's Park is not far from my hairdressers. I often, after getting my hair cut, wander through to sit a while and find among the trees and grass and water, something of peace. Taking refuge from sudden rains in the tea shop or watching gaggles of greedy birds chasing those visitors brave enough to bring bread to their hoard, the court of St. James falls behind me and Horse Guards eventually rises majestically in front but there in the middle, there is timelessness and movement and the pleasant company of strangers as the breeze drifts through my freshly groomed hair and I sit on the slightly damp grass and watch the world go by.

    When I tire of the solitude I pick up my phone to friends to plan less solitary dinner outings in more vibrant parts of the city, but always I linger a while longer before bringing myself to leave the meandering freedom of pleasing myself behind me.
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