Timing To Perfection
By birksy
Timing to perfection, she waits alone at the gates, with a watch in her head, records every train that goes through, tries to capture a face or two. People pass her by, think she’s mad, but she’s just on her own now, nothing to do, so she just does what she used to do, waits for him to come home. Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 08:58 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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