Photo: A pic I took right after daybreak.
I almost threw up at the thought of London being bombed. The underground was our life. Kings Cross was one of our exits. The bus that was blown up was headed to Russell Square which was where I lived. My flat was around the corner. London was the best isolated four months of my mere (slightly under) 22 years on this planet... and it breaks my heart to be reminded of how evil some people can be.
