Have you ever laid back onto the window of a running train,
letting the hair blow with your eyes closed?
It feels like being a free bird gliding down.
So are travelers set on a journey,
like a flock in thin air.
They’re bound someplace, out in the horizon.
Yet they are the freest they’ll ever be!
👍
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Beautifully written…
i lov diesel electric!
i also see that you dropped in for a read,
methanks!
chris
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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You’re kindedly welcome!
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