Buğlem Öner: "Dead London": Dead London Once again, in brompton, i saw the black powder in the streets, and there were dead bodies, too. I saw about a dozen. They had been dead many days, and i hurried quickly past them. The black powder covered them, and one or two had been disturbed by dogs. Where there was no black powder, it was curiously like a sunday, with the closed shops, the houses locked up and the curtains drawn, the emptiness and the stillness. In some places the shops and had been broken Into, but rarely those which dıd not sell food.

Dead London

Once again, in brompton, i saw the black powder in the streets, and there were dead bodies, too. I saw about a dozen. They had been dead many days, and i hurried quickly past them. The black powder covered them, and one or two had been disturbed by dogs. Where there was no black powder, it was curiously like a sunday, with the closed shops, the houses locked up and the curtains drawn, the emptiness and the stillness. In some places the shops and had been broken Into, but rarely those which dıd not sell food.

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