Large swathes of land are slipping by on this high speed train. We glide through, some asleep, some looking out. Life has slipped by just the same, it feels. The pensive mode that one slips into on these long journeys… digging it.
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Large swathes of land are slipping by on this high speed train. We glide through, some asleep, some looking out. Life has slipped by just the same, it feels. The pensive mode that one slips into on these long journeys… digging it.
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