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They told me: pick them up at the station.
A family, two children and their mum.
Some English. The younger boy is crying.
From beneath uncertain, hollow eyes,
The mother does her best to raise a smile.
We go to the place behind the woodyard,
Stuffed with caravans and second-hand beds.
‘Processing.’ That’s what it said on the card.
‘Her husband coming soon,’ said the fat man...
Monday 17th July 2023 8:01 am
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