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I feel like riding the rails

I feel like taking a ride on a train this morning, like my family did when I was 10 years old.

It probably was the most exciting few days of my life, certainly of my childhood, though getting my first “very own” pony would have to top the list (not a hand-me-down pony from my sister but my very own).

Come to think of it, there were quite a few childhood highlights. But at this moment, in my self-imposed solitary confinement where it snowed last night and it was still dark at 8:30 this morning, the train was calling to me.

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