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Past trails have spilled into sheds, front gardens, and tower block stairwells. Sculpture appeared on the morning commute without announcing itself. Murals climbed above kitchen sinks. Flowers tumbled from buildings. Art was visible at midnight, and school children showed work on the same walls as established artists. Studios and home workspaces opened their doors so you could see where the work actually comes from — the mess, the light, the half-finished thing in the corner.