When I saw this old train, I thought about...
~ How many places it had been. ~ How many people it had taken someplace new or back home again. ~ How many snow storms it had endured. ~ How many rain drops had fallen upon it. ~ Had it welcomed the sun on those hot summer days?
It never left its tracks, it traveled the same route over and over again. Did it see each trip the same way...or did it look for newness in the familiar?
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