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HELEN'S JOURNAL |
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| Date: 18th April
| Time: Afternoonish | Place: The Turtle Island Cafe | |||
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Looking out onto the New Mexican landscape, the taste of green chilli still hot in my mouth. Suddenly everything is so different.... The sound of a freight train in the distance as I watch it cutting through the land, hypnotised by it's green and yellow box cars. I could sit here forever, watching that train in this landscape and I would still be travelling miles. The air smells of chilli, spices, and the hot ground and I breathe it in greedily. I watch Leslie writing the story she will leave here. She is writing on a parchment style map of Shakespearian England and her pen scratches across the brown, crinkly paper. This gorgeous big blue sky land is her home and I wonder what it was like for her to leave it- and how it feels to return. |
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