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Rail-Song
Stroking her arms over the empty carriages’ hard, strong bodies, she wakes the trains one by one…

Sand
When I close my eyes, I can conjure the feeling – a smooth gum, wrinkling up as grit scours it. It’s so clear I can almost convince myself it’s a real memory…

The Composer
She must have done this a thousand times, but she still worries that one day she’ll turn up and be unable to read what’s in front of her…

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