journey from A to B done and taken. The derailment of a train on my other route I tend to take only served to remind be of a derailment on the viaducts crossed on this route ...
We would certainly fly then.
The trains thundering along these structures shaking the foundations to the core.
The folly in my life only heightens what could ... not may ... go wrong? A death in a cold home where the patient had to go out the home to get ulcer care picking up an infection that was finally to kill him? His body no longer able to fight bi lateral Pneumonia... no one believing how deathly poorly he was until the PM threw up the results ...
The water cascading down the flat wall from the above flat on the eve of travel one time. The ear infection this time that nearly scuppered these current plans ... does not even touch the surface of the founded worries ...
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