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(Anne Frandi-Coory’s brother Kevin wrote this true story when he was a teenager).
Standing in the centre of the Wellington railway station foyer she stood searching the faces of people rushing by. Like a solitary rock in a fast flowing river, unnoticed by the torrent of human turmoil that buffeted around her. The boy sitting on a bench to the side of the foyer watched forlornly as his mother screened each face that passed by, hoping to glimpse someone she knew.
After an hour or so she gave up and made her way to…
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