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It was a bleak, cold, damp grey overcast January day in the heart of London. Surrounded by the usual cacophony of traffic in all it's varied forms. The neighbours and pedestrians outside and the vast array of music from all our continents converging in my ears. I sat up from meditation and looked towards the laptop with it's dimming light in sleep mode.
I began reluctantly slowly…