ride the train until the sun rises. leave the station crowd behind. roam the fields. think of how larks stitch the big fluffy clouds to the fields of golden wheat in the land of far far away. soak your feet in a cold stream. drink cheap rum on the porch. get lulled by the night toad and sleep, sleep, sleep…
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train sunrise
I wonder exactly how much happiness dulls the creative – I have not been able to come up with anything ugly pretty in a while.
