train rides south
mum missing dad
oblivious, we only enjoy
our moving playground
measured independence
childhood moments
murder on the orient express
mysteries of grey blue eyes
courtesy of Agatha Christie
hours of escape
childhood read
murder on the orient express
mysteries of grey blue eyes
courtesy of Agatha Christie
hours of escape
childhood read
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for dversepoets
Bill's post takes me to the time at least 40 years ago. Dad was a manager at a timber company. We had to venture hinterland to see him.
The train ride was at least 12 hours. North. South.
At least I thought so.
