By Jay, 26 March 2023 Red-tinged catkins on the wet asphalt path, besides the flowing mead. Blossom and magnolia flares burn in recent memory. Spring makes its way, in the buffeting wind and rain. Warm mornings surprise open doors, only for the rain …  | Workers' Archive March 26 | By Jay, 26 March 2023 Red-tinged catkins on the wet asphalt path, besides the flowing mead. Blossom and magnolia flares burn in recent memory. Spring makes its way, in the buffeting wind and rain. Warm mornings surprise open doors, only for the rain to shut them again. A journey to an interview that was a journey beyond the past. You were not going to go but you did. Traveling to a town beyond a university city, out into the countryside. At the station, an expensive tea and stodgy muffin, carried onto the waiting train. You stop at the city that you studied in in the far off past. At this train station, you came and went. It is a memory of loss - waiting and performance. You try not to look or feel, in case you see yourself. | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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