Beirut, I-love-you-I-hate-you Beirut.
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On the embankment
This is the train to Glasgow…
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I’ll go back to Manhattan,
As if nothin’ ever happened…
On a walk
“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.”
– Herman Hesse
On the train to Devon
A ticket, a sandwich, an escapade.
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