london st pancras station, waiting for my silver streak to Edinburgh. This trip incited a dear feeling in my cockles for the english sheep. They looked like tiny snowflakes, scattered by the shadow of the oncoming train.
london st pancras station, waiting for my silver streak to Edinburgh. This trip incited a dear feeling in my cockles for the english sheep. They looked like tiny snowflakes, scattered by the shadow of the oncoming train.
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