in this overwhelming time ... like the long, long goods train trundling along in the distance what seems like forever, as I write this. One of the last times we saw a goods train passing through, it was carrying many, many Ford Focus's. That and the Orient Express. Then no more.
It is strange how some memories are crystal clear; while others are misty and I am unable to remember. While I am busy with the home ... the thought's too intrigue me of a vocation and how I keep coming back to the same several options. I have been all over the place with that. I wonder if I am ever capable of a diverse and interesting life without forgetting the basic functions in doing so. After that enclosure of time away from people for too long ...
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