From The Notebook

We travelled through a grey day.
Saw flat wet land.

It was a day that didn’t have the decency
to rain.

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On the train
an eight year old girl asked her dad
'Where are we?'

‘Llandanwg.’

‘I’m bored.’

‘I told you to bring something to do.’

‘I want to get off at Harlech
and go up the castle.’

‘We don’t have time.’

‘Why is this train so slow?’

‘I don’t know.’

Bored