Morning
promises a journey of a thousand miles. We are all gunzels, out early to discover
old sleepers. They explain the way, their predictable steps set into places
otherwise wilderness. While everyone else is looking the other way, we are riveted
on rivetings. We use old lines, not caring if they have flimsy joins, or end up
in a lake. Our minds are rail yards of constant excitement. They relish
underground thoughts. Even wintry July deters not the true gunzel. Come evening
we switch on the home entertainment unit, to bliss out at endless freight
carriages passing before our eyes.
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