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The woman next to me on the bus is writing a list. As the bus moves forward she notes down the places we pass: Waterloo Station, The Old Vic, St George’s Circus. On and on she writes with a tiny pencil worn down by the records. Her book is nearly full. One of many, I suspect. Perhaps they are lined neatly on a shelf in her home, or packed in a box one on top of the other.

When she gets off I imagine how I would list my own journey. Perhaps not by landmarks, but instead by people: those who have walked with me, those I have lost and those I have found again.


Written by elikafm

March 20, 2010 at 11:26 pm

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