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Two close versions. Preferences? On a country railway platform We are the only life in town and we wait to get away as a pine wind scuffs crisp, crablike pinoak leaves and rustles trousers. We gaze hard into rail straight distance until a far-off glint reassures. Anticipatory milling kicks in. No uniformed presence but a computerised voice crackles. The 11.55 from Ballan, stopping all stations to Southern Cross is now arriving. Neither restrooms nor ticket counter have been open. Anzac Day. A tow-haired boy pockets his yo-yo. bw 26.4.16 On a country railway platform 3 Ranged, ready, we want out of here. A pine wind scuffs crisp pin oak leaves and rustles trousers. We gaze hard into rail straight distance until a far-off glint reassures. Anticipatory milling kicks in. No uniformed presence but a computerised voice crackles. The 11.55 from Ballan, stopping all stations to Southern Cross is now arriving. Neither restrooms nor ticket counter have been open. Anzac Day. A tow-haired boy pockets his yo-yo. bw 27.4.16 Bill