Waiting for public transport. A train and a bus to meet. Cheap sandwiches with stale crunchy crusts. A bookshop. Armchair seats by the upstairs window. Overpriced tea. A dash to the library. A laugh at the children not skating on not ice. A climb to the roof. A hanging and a laughing. A bay view. A suburbian street of lights. A talk of displacement. A talk of home.
My song for today:
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