One Wonders If These Titles Concatenate Into Anything MeaningfulA long time ago, I had reason (of which I am still not sure) to go on something of a test-run picnic with a friend. We were both in the habit of finding strange places to spend time. And so: we found ourselves walking railroad tracks in the early part of a summer evening. It was just as the air began to cool, and insects began in earnest, shaking the trees.
There was a signal pole there by the tracks, where they wound through a green valley. We climbed it, stepping with care past the high-tension lines strung on poles a long arm's length away. Above those on the signal pole was a small platform behind the lamps. We put a blanket down, and unpacked a small meal. Conversation was difficult: it was a surprisingly peaceful place, high above the valley floor. We sat and sipped and chewed and looked out.
Then a train came.
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