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In the heart of concrete smoking its days awash in noise, tranquil green patiently blurs grudges with sunlit tomorrows sewn from mortars of tender longing. - Ella Prescott In the heart of concrete smoking its days awash in noise, tranquil green patiently blurs grudges with sunlit tomorrows sewn from mortars of tender longing. - Ella Prescott In the heart of concrete smoking its days awash in noise, tranquil green patiently blurs grudges with sunlit tomorrows sewn from mortars of tender longing. - Ella Prescott