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Riding a train alone at night across
the Western expanses of the North American continent is a good way to feel
small. It's not too crowded here in coach on my initial leg. Just about the
only company I have is my own face lit up by reading light and reflected
small-ly in the window across the aisle. Who at one of these latenight x-ings
saw me, steel wheels flashing by headlights, tiny head in a dark train car
looking out with not much to see? |
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