Looking out the window — 2 Comments

  1. Ian, you got me thinking about memories I have of the London Underground. As a boy I remember sitting in wonder, watching people embarking and disembarking and imagining about their lives, their jobs, houses and families, where they were coming from, where they were going to and the fact that I probably would never set eyes on them again. Then seeing the trains disappearing into their tunnels and marvelling about how there was this huge railway network – and it was all underground! A place of magic indeed.

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