Maybe its age, hormones, neurology, the lack of get up and go (that has got up and gone), the darker nights drawing in, another Christmas, the innate sense of failure as a writer or perhaps I’ve been having too many bad day days lately, but the thought of finding you on that Train entre Nyon et Saint-Cergue makes me smile.
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