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Exploring by moonlight and through mindsets, a young man finds himself riding to mysterious reaches of lands he travels. With mischievous coyotes and stranger folk as boxcar companions riding by the wind's edge, it becomes less clear where this train bound for.
The last departure.
A little short story I thought I would let you all read. i originaly wrote it when I was in high school so isn't the best, but enjoy.
Bit like the Rabbit who was late, late for a very important date! Only this isn't a date, this could mean losing someone so very, very special.
After Travelling in India for a few weeks I had been sick and stuck for a number of days recovering. Finally recovered it was time to be on the move again. Oh, the delights of being free again.... or was it?
I had been traveling for weeks and never seen the problem with the food in India. Personally I thought it was great. Even the meat and food from the rickshaws. What could go wrong? I had come to the conclusion my steady diet of Imodium had made me immune to anything Indian food could throw at me.
Exploring by moonlight and through mindsets, a young man finds himself riding to mysterious reaches of lands he travels. With mischievous coyotes and stranger folk as boxcar companions riding by the wind's edge, it becomes less clear where this train bound for.
The last departure.
A little short story I thought I would let you all read. i originaly wrote it when I was in high school so isn't the best, but enjoy.
Bit like the Rabbit who was late, late for a very important date! Only this isn't a date, this could mean losing someone so very, very special.
After Travelling in India for a few weeks I had been sick and stuck for a number of days recovering. Finally recovered it was time to be on the move again. Oh, the delights of being free again.... or was it?
I had been traveling for weeks and never seen the problem with the food in India. Personally I thought it was great. Even the meat and food from the rickshaws. What could go wrong? I had come to the conclusion my steady diet of Imodium had made me immune to anything Indian food could throw at me.