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I like what you're continuing to write about these photographs - keep up the good work!

-jr

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thanks a lot, jeremy. i like your strangers assignment--i wish i had time to do that. keep up the good work.

oh jeremy, i don't know you from anything other than your words, but through them i don't see anyone 'dys-capable' of loving. she's out there jeremy, i know she is.

this is interesting. i imagined the scene from the opposite perspective when i took the picture--that the train had been and gone and i missed it. you're right that love seems more implausible as time passes and i know more of myself. but hope and faith are almost synonyms, i think, can't have one without the other.

put your ear to the rail, man. that's a little trick that worked for me when i was riding the rails. but be sure to move it before the train comes. and be ready to hop on that beeeatch!

jeremy, i have been enjoying these photos and their little friends. great work. that's quite a neat idea for a writing prompt.

thanks for the encouragement, bobbie. part of my frustration, i think, is that i have a hard time separating myself from "her," whoever she is. most of the time, i think that it doesn't matter whether she exists or not, as the problem originates with and will be settled within me. but i've been told that marriage does some of its own "nudging" (i'm speaking litotically here) and is often the very salve for the wound.

amys, interesting that you see a train that's left and i see one yet to come, if ever. what does that mean?

adam, if ever i need a co-hobo, you're the first on my rolling-paper rolodex.

thanks, amyd. maybe you should start your own roll.

jeremy, i have no idea who you are but my boyfriend is quite a fan of your blog and i stopped by to take a look. i've taken the train to liss, too, and in a similar condition. a man taught (showed?) me how to see and love and be loved as well. glad you get to go back.

jeremy, i have no idea who you are but my boyfriend is quite a fan of your blog and i stopped by to take a look. i've taken the train to liss, too, and in a similar condition. a man taught (showed?) me how to see and love and be loved as well. glad you get to go back.

thanks, paula. i'm looking forward to it, mostly the old-army-tracks walk from the manor house to liss to buy a coke and a smoke.

i like the fact that you can go either direction from the train station and still end up at the manor house...but the path through the woods is best.