The train was roaming round the hill, its black smoke lifting into the air and slowly fading into the clear, blue sky. The distant plume was soon the only sight left of the engine as it drove behind the landscape. I had seen many a train thus disappear.
The din of the crowd’s conversation distantly played in my ear. Some vendor and a woman differed on the worth of some magazine she wanted, but not at that price. A child was crying; a dog barking. All around man was speaking to man. I stood silently, quietly waiting for my train.
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