SNAITH/// Creative Writing The Railway

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The sun glows a golden orange, lighting up the dusk like a lantern in the night; it skims over the delicate candyfloss clouds and casts shadows on the ground. When I look ahead, the burning railway lines shoot far into the distance, with the cracked wooden rungs laid out before me. The air is particularly cold tonight and when I breathe,

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