
the train stopped in the middle of nowhere I alighted to build a house there to discover joy and sorrow not felt before… the terrain’e new but lovely…. ghosts came to life imposing values not seen before I felt claustrophobic the terrain’s new and ghastly…. the train stops again in the middle of nowhere I decide to shed baggage and build new tracks I hear engines huffing and puffing imploring wagons to be hitched Destination’s still unknown But I’ve now learnt... Shed the baggage build new tracks It doesn’t matter If the train stops again in the middle of nowhere

Love this lilting pattern of repetition – in the middle of nowhere – so haunting! Thank you for joining us again this week 🖤
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Thank you, Kelly!
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My Pleasure 🖤
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