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murder on the orient express
mysteries of grey blue eyes
courtesy of Agatha Christie
hours of escape

childhood read  _________________________________   for dversepoets Bill's post takes me to the time at least 40 years ago. Dad was a manager at a timber company. We had to venture hinterland to see him. The train ride was at least 12 hours. North. South. At least I thought so.