TRAIN The moon! The field. Farmland moving slowly. (the train’s shadow) A town coming. Gleason? More lights now. Cars. My own reflection…in the window. “Gleason,” called. “Gleason!” The train moving again. Dark. Some stars. White clouds. Morning coming.
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