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a drift from not so far away or behind me, a nearby memory? a note, or a scent, the letter was sent of tracks at first, fleeting; the rumble and rumbling... rumors of a memory container hidden in and amongst by the lights that blink and dilate. the senses note the drifts of hinting an unknown fuel in the air, the almost empty boxcar and the byways whizzing by outside.

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