Train drawing.

No hump shunting, self storage. Two men crouch by a bonfire. ‘I’m not working on the train Julian’. Heading north of here and here and here. A whorl of white hair, hawthorn blossom. Angry tip tapping, Julian will be happy. A sigh. Flat lands, ponds and pylons.

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