September242009
Journeying, we journeyed out while bamboo wrists of steel diminished until our figures grew in contrast: men sat stout on the steaming engine, the rotund rear cabin all aglow, the eyes of newsisters, newmother, too, burning out like nervous light bulbs.
i did not say good-bye to city-home, or apartment-home, or window-home or my stern beloved nanny-face. Instead, only sat, stout and staring, wondering at this new turn: an unpaved road worn down between tall, sharp-bladed grasses, a sky bright with brighter clouds than my pale i could stand, scurrying creatures scurrying away from heavy carriage wheels and the whistled song of my father, happy, the reins wrapped round his wrinkled hands.

Journeying, we journeyed out while bamboo wrists of steel diminished until our figures grew in contrast: men sat stout on the steaming engine, the rotund rear cabin all aglow, the eyes of newsisters, newmother, too, burning out like nervous light bulbs.

i did not say good-bye to city-home, or apartment-home, or window-home or my stern beloved nanny-face. Instead, only sat, stout and staring, wondering at this new turn: an unpaved road worn down between tall, sharp-bladed grasses, a sky bright with brighter clouds than my pale i could stand, scurrying creatures scurrying away from heavy carriage wheels and the whistled song of my father, happy, the reins wrapped round his wrinkled hands.

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