On my way home
Guys! I’m writing to you from the train*. I know some of you might remember a time when that was where I did a lot of my writing. I’ve even dug out one of my old playlists and I’m listening to Nine Inch Nails – the brown fields, green rolling hills and supermarket car parks of Somerset, or is it Wiltshire, are whooshing past outside. The storm is coming…
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