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This was the cafe I always went to if I was in Grainger Market. On my way to get a cuppa I saw this woman and child sitting having a drink. I don’t think her gaze was fixed on me, she appears preoccupied, possibly thinking about all the hats she had just seen. Sadly, the boy looks like he is simply thinking of home and just wants her to finish her bloody drink. I can remember feeling that sense injustice and impatience with my parents. Grainger Market, Newcastle, still there and still thriving.
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