urge adverted for now ... the inner grit that hides the much of fallen apart ... squeezing a bum cheek each on a bargain jet shit pair of seats for a one way ticket to ice ... for less than a price of a train ticket across this country ...
The tin can cattle market of budget flights on from the birthing rooms queues of new life to the ends days of the conveyor belt of ABIDE WITH ME while sitting in a toilet not good that day, listening to the same hymn time and again in different chapels echoing our while waiting for the paternal Grandads ... turn ... in A Devon Place ...
The labour areas where toilets are hard to find free of gunk ... while still mobile after articially put in to labour on a ward in a hospital The requisite treatment for overdue babies.
The cleaning up of human remains off the roads on a constant basis ... The tragic tales recoiled in recall from those who work these shifts.
The police too one knows personally of both funny and tragic scenes too on a regular basis.
The guiding world locally who lost a valued member trapped alive in a burning car outside of Trago Mills ... her husband too alone died in later years, found dead at home prematurely. A family intwined not only in the community but between our family's ... my first Saturday job opportunity as a teenager with their family business ...
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