From my seat I see the ramp
That would walk me to my past.
Imagined footsteps mark the paths
Pinned in place by memories like spires
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Passed through Preston Station twice this weekend. A very long station where the paintwork is what strikes you most. Funny how our thoughts drift an a break in a rail journey. Nice work, Michael.
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Passed through Preston Station twice this weekend. A very long station where the paintwork is what strikes you most. Funny how our thoughts drift an a break in a rail journey. Nice work, Michael.