The Bridge

July 21, 2014 § Leave a comment

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 There’s a train bridge around the corner; night trains and the tired travellers carried over the bridge, the sound of their speedy dreams.

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I often take photos of this bridge. It’s an old iron one. It’s become something like a chapel, at the halfway mark of a long pilgrimage.

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In the photos the street underneath seems not a busy one, but it is. My game is waiting for the quiet moment.
 
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The world outside, sometimes opaque…
 
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 … sometimes clear.
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