The Night Mail

Usually, the sentiment for the home turf is strongest in those who have left and now returned. In the damp sod, the old bricks, and cracked skyline of rooftops the prodigal child sees, wistfully, both what is lost and what made them. These streets mean little more than routes to those who didn’t grow up on them, but to those who did, they are a story of…

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