How easily we judge and to quickly to overlook…an excellent read.
I have seen you this past week. I am sure you have been there for longer than that but usually I am in such a hurry I just make the platform as the train pulls in.
But this week I have been arriving early, its less cold now winter is heading north.
I see you at the far end of the station, surrounded by your possessions. I hear people remark about the crazed dirty woman at the end of the platform. You cover yourself in multiple layers less you disintegrate against the cold, around yourself you arrange the shrapnel of your life in worn and rotting bags containing I am sure the stories of your life.
I watch you concentrating as you scour through one bag after another either searching for some elusive memory or checking to make sure what is yours is still yours.
Satisfied you settle back and…
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