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2002-05-08 - 7:09 p.m. I can imagine myself lying in bed listening to the sound of the trains as they rattled along the tracks late at night. The sound of the lonely whistle blowing calling me to someplace else. Some place. Today it's as if the cool breezes through my window are the weather wrestling to make up it's mind about something and I think perhaps if I listen hard enough I'll hear again the sound of the trains whistling far off.
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