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Noel Ferry
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Noel Ferry 
I drove past this fella for nearly 4 months and was completely arrested by his gaze. At one vacant, and yet intense. I saw him twice a week on the way to work and back again and the light each time was different. But the sentinel, and the notion of it; was not.