
Spotting grace near the railway
You see the cracked walls and the rusty fencing, you watch trains coming and going, you hear the uproar broken from time to time by long moments of silence, and then you take it all in: the desolation, the history, all the emotions veiling a place that is at once familiar and so incredibly foreign. And it takes a pair of hungry eyes to spot…
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