I want nothing to do with trains except the tone they may emit during cool spring nights when its voice rolls through the trees and lands as soft wind against the skin. They exist only at a distance to haunt the mind with immediate desires to flee or pursue. Chasing tail ends of rolling northern lights abandoning a western town for someplace strange yet congruent having headed for the north promised by the song of a distant freight.
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