a long time ago i promised myself that i'd never live in any place that didn't allow for the loud sounds of the railroad. i have this thing with trains, see.
i've kept that promise ever since, but it's funny - it's been mostly happenstance. i haven't really had a lot of sway in the choice of where i've stayed lately, nor the time to assess train yard proximity.
and yet it seems always to happen. maybe because i am a born rail-rider or maybe that lines pump through this state like big, pulsing veins. all i know is that i can hear trains and the sigh of a bus and it's summer.
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icumblood) wrote,
calm
