Headed back to London just to swap trains and then continued north through the middle of England until we reached York.
England: London, Cambridge, Peterborough, Leicester, Doncaster, Sheffield, Nottingham, York
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I was disappointed that Jim didn’t have the same level of interest in seeing these local sites. I started referring to Jim as “Stationary”, because literally, he’d stay in the train station and read a book while waiting for me to return from my trek. Wasting opportunities like these between the pages of some romantic novel seemed foolish to me when this is all new. (more…)
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I know giving, beyond giving, when you, you come to me
who woke the night, before the dawn and touched me, silently
As two windblown clouds, who ripple the night, drifting, not a care
who touches the reasons, of love and why, understanding how to share
It touches me, so deeply, her fingers, as the sun
who warms the light, to my inner soul and wraps me, into one
