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(#88) MIRAGE (BOY & TRAIN):
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Among my earliest memories is that of standing in a station and watching the great, snuffling, chuffing steam engine heave toward me, hauling its train of cars like a dinosaur's tail. It stopped so delicately, exactly where it should and I in awe before it, entranced by its immense shiny intricacy, black as sin and powerful as death. The astonishingly equally black smiling porter set out a stair, and helped first my mother, carrying my sister in her arms, and then me onto the train. My mother prepared food for us, and we climbed slowly up a mountainous, snowy grade, accompanied by the smell of oranges. |