this train: the disappearing towns, their gunpowder sensibilities, their frantic telegraphics, their pleated outskirts, the billowing fields, the rustling corn, the sun-crossed hills, the winding roads, the gentle woods, the sluggish river, the quiet farm, the smiling sky, the silent clouds, all resolved into a single line.

 

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