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This was written on a greyhound bus returning to my home town after a weekend visiting my nine-months-home, while wishing I was back in London. I'd kill for a tardis, but then again, maybe that's not what I am looking for.
I remain,
( On Impermanence: Home is Where the Bus Stops )
I remain,
Georgie
