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Platform Ritual

I wait on the platform for a seat that will carry me into town. There is a book in my bag, safe, I touched it before I left the house. I never get my book out on the platform. A … Continue reading

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Legacy

What shape do I make travelling the same route day after day maybe it is just the shape of negative buttocks drawn out into a string between stations. – Benjamin F Jones

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