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| It is a bit like this at the moment. Even when I come out of a tunnel, everything around me is indistinct and murky. Then, whizz, and I am into the next tunnel. Taken during my weekly train trip from Central to Fassifern, as the train negotiates the Hawkesbury River area. The order has been doctored, the better to weave a story. |