What is so transfixing about train tracks? Perhaps the mystery of where they're headed. The clouds above leave their own trails. I like to think they're guiding me to some substantial somewhere. And...if I am brave enough to step forward enough times, can belong there and make sense there and be known there and...
'tracks to somewhere revisited' On Black
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