Monday, April 10, 2006


I remember standing on a platform in South Africa, frozen with pride despite the fact that someone I wanted was on the train. A steam locomotive, E class, struggled to drag the southbound express, vomiting steam that obscured my legs. I felt that thick white cloud cement me to the planks; otherwise I would have run after you.


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