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Mar. 29th, 2009 02:48 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
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Dawn is breaking, the black sky lightening slowly to grey over the landscapes that flash past my window. This train ticket cost me the last of my money; I flip it in my fingers, feeling the hole where it was punched. I could only afford one way. That's all right.
Already London is far, far behind me. The landscape outside the window is rising into low hills, greyish grass over occasional outcrops of granite. I grew up on that rolling moor. Here I lived both the best and the worst of my life; I never thought I would be coming back. Through the metal and diesel of the train I can smell wet grass and peat, and for a moment the long years amidst concrete and petrol fumes are no more than a dream.
This morning I feel like no more than a dream myself.
I still don't know exactly what I am. It doesn't matter. I know who I am. I know where I'm going.
I'm Sulien Tremilin, and I'm coming home.
Already London is far, far behind me. The landscape outside the window is rising into low hills, greyish grass over occasional outcrops of granite. I grew up on that rolling moor. Here I lived both the best and the worst of my life; I never thought I would be coming back. Through the metal and diesel of the train I can smell wet grass and peat, and for a moment the long years amidst concrete and petrol fumes are no more than a dream.
This morning I feel like no more than a dream myself.
I still don't know exactly what I am. It doesn't matter. I know who I am. I know where I'm going.
I'm Sulien Tremilin, and I'm coming home.