I saw a man at the station, he was elderly, wearing a suit, had tears in his eyes and appeared to be alone. We were both waiting for the train and in this time I had created a whole story about him. Earlier on in the day he had gone to a funeral of one of his old friends, he was now on his was now on his way back home. From this i wrote the poem that appears in my sketchbook, along with etchings.
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