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March 24, 2005



I took my children to see this exhibition last half term. They loved the bus stop and many other of the pieces in the exhibition purely for their "face value". You see these things quite differently as an adult with some knowledge of the country, albeit through the news in my case. I imagine it must have been very poignant for you having live there in the past.

Adriana Bliss

What a wonderful essay - there really is something so powerful about the image of people waiting at the bus stop. I look forward to better days, for the best stops, for all.


Great essay.

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