
Bright pink against a grey wall, the wild rose is resilient, offering its delicate beauty in unexpected places and bringing a message of hope.
I was travelling to an appointment and as the train approached the city station, it came to a halt. We passengers shifted in our seats, sighed and then resigned ourselves to being neither here nor there but in a kind of limbo. I looked out of the window at the grubby sidings with piles of broken stone, rusting metal and rubbish.
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