of a wind down of time in a new home set up. A travel on a August Monday to get back to a life in transit from trauma to time in motion.
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| Crewe |
The platform that I cannot remember the final departure number. It was six, then 12, then it became a blur. I was casual enough to take photos. The chance of life from limbo. The growls were there. I was just pleased to have a sleep on a seat, after the numerous lifts and platforms with my luggage.
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| Approaching my home town ... the look see ... on the exit out |
The more smooth connections towards the end of a journey. At the back of the train. A cheeky photo of the open doors of the driver space. And first class. On the last train of the journey, arriving at my destination.
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