9th Jul, 2018
Leave the bus at the station, walk past the hundreds of bicycles left there. There, on the other side of these bicycles, there is the smoker with the pigtail and
the rucksack. He is late, lighting a cigarette
as he walks, putting it into his mouth., taking it out again to say good morning.
The strange man with the wild eyes is Here, he has a strong limp, caused by what appears to be a lamed leg, or ankle.
There is a long-haired older man there too, the fussy man, arranging his bags around the table, going to get his coffee in a special cup. It is his very own special mp. He is carefully dressed in fresh clothes, The strange man's clothing is sordid, soiled and unkempt.
The tracks: go to the platform. The platforms with the numbers seven and eight are still being built, a new stairwell is being made. The sun is low, bright and blinding, shade the dazzled eyes.
The strange man with the wild eyes is Here, he has a strong limp, caused by what appears to be a lamed leg, or ankle.
There is a long-haired older man there too, the fussy man, arranging his bags around the table, going to get his coffee in a special cup. It is his very own special mp. He is carefully dressed in fresh clothes, The strange man's clothing is sordid, soiled and unkempt.
The tracks: go to the platform. The platforms with the numbers seven and eight are still being built, a new stairwell is being made. The sun is low, bright and blinding, shade the dazzled eyes.
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