30. Cross Rail

A traveller stands still in a rushing crowd, like a stone in a river, forcing people to go around them.

Looking up at the departures board, the traveller considers where to go. North to the wild mountains, South to the rolling downs, East to the continent, or West to the open sea.

But every time the traveller envisages getting on the train, feeling the surge of adrenaline as it moves off to an unknown land, the traveller is overwhelmed by the thought of home.

But no train can take the traveller home.

The traveller must wait for home to arrive.

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