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Paddington train station is busy Lydia and I walk through the crowds of people passengers and porters with trolleys and voices calling out about trains smell of trains smell of steam of people keep with me I tell her so she grabs hold of me by the hand and we swim through people they pass us or swim by us quickly hers hand's warm inside mine me thinking us 2 kids aged just 9 swimming through this vast sea of bodies and their smells high perfumes or B.O. over there I tell her on that seat so we rush to a long wooden bench and sit down studying the people passing by either way whistles blown loud voices trains shushing puffs of steam and her hand still in mine holding on her green dress slight fading her white socks I notice have holes in brown shoes have scuff marks it's lovely seeing trains she tells me all the steam and the smell and the sounds yes it is I agree I tell her and we sit as the train shushes loud and pushes out a monster of blackness the steam train from the long wide platform out of sight like some large dark phantom of the night.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
AT PADDINGTON 1958
Paddington train station is busy Lydia and I walk through the crowds of people passengers and porters with trolleys and voices calling out about trains smell of trains smell of steam of people keep with me I tell her so she grabs hold of me by the hand and we swim through people they pass us or swim by us quickly hers hand's warm inside mine me thinking us 2 kids aged just 9 swimming through this vast sea of bodies and their smells high perfumes or B.O. over there I tell her on that seat so we rush to a long wooden bench and sit down studying the people passing by either way whistles blown loud voices trains shushing puffs of steam and her hand still in mine holding on her green dress slight fading her white socks I notice have holes in brown shoes have scuff marks it's lovely seeing trains she tells me all the steam and the smell and the sounds yes it is I agree I tell her and we sit as the train shushes loud and pushes out a monster of blackness the steam train from the long wide platform out of sight like some large dark phantom of the night.
A BOY AND GIRL AT PADDINGTON TRAIN STATION IN 1958
TerryCollett
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
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