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Banshee
A restless wind is on the prowl tonight. Like ghosts on a stormy night, she makes her presence felt almost as if by chance - in the way something prompts you to take a longer look at the unmoving mottled green outside the window, and how, staring, you suddenly realise how they aren't still at all, but being shaken with a fury that is being completely muffled by the glass separating you from them. • • •
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Fernweh
The rain has been lashing out in a ceaseless torrent, with gusts deforming umbrellas and wailing though gaps in windows. The room is dark, save a little lantern with a beautifully calm flame inside. I am writing. • • •
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Quiet flows the Vltava
The boy stood surveying the pink summer dawn breaking over the city. Drunken shouts and dismembered voices from the last of the late night revellers were fading away, and only the chirping of birds and the gentle roar of the Vltava remained over Prague’s old town. • • •
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Hats
Night has fallen in the coach. The kid sis has finally relinquished her seat by the window in a matter of minutes after having fought for it for the past half hour, having decided sleeping was a much worthier activity to pursue. She isn't much of a snorer, but amidst the regular rhythm of the track, another heavy breathing gradually develops into a soft, regular snore. Dad and daughter have turned in for the night and are being gently rocked to sleep by the train. • • •