The In-between


We were tired, so tired. The trip by train across two continents and seventeen nations had worn at our souls if not our eyes. Each new day had offered experience, adventure, and a test of not falling asleep. Yet in all those hours, those moments in time, the one view I’d savoured most was the last. Home was a sight for sore eyes and the one place to rest them. Home was a beginning, an end and everything in-between.

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11 thoughts on “The In-between

  1. I want to run away from my home. Spent a disastrous childhood. My in-between forms whatever experience i come across in the outside world. Home cannot cross my mind. home brings anxiety and pain

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