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Today I did not forget my pen or writing book. I simply had two fewer morning hours to collect them. I left my one-hour 09:00 appointment at 12:06 and realised the train was leaving at 12:12. At 12:11:30 I arrived at the platform. Inbetween changing trains I scampered around for somewhere to buy a notebook and pen. The newsagent had pens and...blank postcards. Postcards written by people leaving behind their star, their parent planet, their night sky. My foolish optimism-come-serendipity.