Train Approaching
The
train keeps chugging. Unfeeling of the cold, of the ice, of the snow.
Headlights
sweep and beam, piercing the blinding flurries falling fast, illuminating
large swathes of track, not important-
because she was following the rail.
The snowstorm stopped cars, but would not stop the train.
The train keeps chugging.
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