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Feet, don't fail me now, but they do. Oliver stood paralyzed by sight of the "207". The engine is long in the junk pile, the engineer long cold in the land of no breath. The vision fades, Oliver turns in his bed, and tries to remember his train ride.
My Monday Story: The engineer had stopped the train in plenty of time. He now peered at the tracks up ahead. The birds covered every inch of the landscape. White replaced the tall green grasses. White replaced the tracks. White replaced the gray rocks.
Passengers, curious as to why the train had halted, popped their heads out of car windows. Some even disembarked to see the sight.
They all shared a moment that day. One they'd probably never see again. The engineer smiled. He knew the train would be behind schedule. He knew his boss would be angry. He didn't care. He would not be the one to make the Brolga move.
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I will free write it, but in the privacy of my own journal. I have a great idea to go along with the photo. :-)
Robyn, now I'm intrigued...
Feet, don't fail me now, but they do. Oliver stood paralyzed by sight of the "207". The engine is long in the junk pile, the engineer long cold in the land of no breath. The vision fades, Oliver turns in his bed, and tries to remember his train ride.
This is an amazing photograph!
My Monday Story:
The engineer had stopped the train in plenty of time. He now peered at the tracks up ahead. The birds covered every inch of the landscape. White replaced the tall green grasses. White replaced the tracks. White replaced the gray rocks.
Passengers, curious as to why the train had halted, popped their heads out of car windows. Some even disembarked to see the sight.
They all shared a moment that day. One they'd probably never see again. The engineer smiled. He knew the train would be behind schedule. He knew his boss would be angry. He didn't care. He would not be the one to make the Brolga move.
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