Hope Town





Discovered on an aimless wander down the famous Brick Lane.



I wanna go down that road, I thought to myself. The road to Hope Town. 




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  1. Jessi Falk26 November 2012 at 07:37

    AMay I join you? I'm having a rather shitty day today.

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