Always wondered what a train ride from a to b would be like. I’ve never rode a train, but I’ve often heard them hum across the plains, riding the ribbon rails at 251mph.
That night, I walked across the plains and saw the ribbon rails curling like peels of orange, then twist and tie themselves into bows, illuminated by the crackle of electricity spilling out the ends of cut live wire.
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