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Tag: whistle

Train tracks

Train tracks

The train was all black, going fast, on a track that followed the rim of a wooden volcano. Its whistle was full of darkness, echoing into the cavern of void around it. I was scared, even as it curved away from me. I knew it would be back. That is the first dream I remember … read more Train tracks

Posted on March 17, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ImprovisationTags 1988, brain, Ohio, sleep, train, whistle
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