Monday, 18 July 2011

The country station:

between the rush of express trains, the sound of songbirds and the chiming of the church clock. Ponderously, an aggregates train shunts by. For a moment, nothing else exists.

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Rosalind Broomhall

1 comment:

Gerard Elder said...

With these few words I feel I am there. Beautifully written. Thank you.