I was on the train to southern Tasmania. It was the Creutzfeldt-Jacob Express. It was maroon with a huge emblem in white outline on the side of the engine. I was travelling with a blonde guy, i think he was my boyfriend, certainly mate. I'm not sure. We went back into the carriage and collected all the stuff left behind. I had a black hat, he had a light coloured one. I had a black leather jacket, he had a maroon one.
It was lush and green all around the station. There was a gentle ease in the air as we sauntered up the country station platform, with our bags slung over our shoulders. He chewed an ear of corn, I chattered about what we were going to see as we sight-seed
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