I dreamt that I was in Swansea looking for the Dylan Thomas statue. As is often the case in mydreams, though the place was instinctively familiar to me it was not the same as it was in real life. There were two railway stations on opposite sides of the road. One was labelled Brighton, the other Inverness - the stations were defined by their destination, not by their starting point (Swansea).
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