Tagged: trains
monday morning, we
monday morning, we
packed the restored
trains, bumping
perpetually into
tardiness
.
20121105:1215
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before music became
before music became
portable, it could tickle
the toes, pull on our
skirts, tease our rhythms,
and make small talk
with memories. it is
no small wonder then
that we pack the trains
every morning, side
by side, plugged in,
absorbed, seeing
without looking
.
20120209:0840
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