Gone, gone, another one gone. The day boards the train and heads down the tracks. When they hit the horizon the magical light fills the sky. Where does the day go?
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Into that brilliant point of light in the distance where everything appears so small as to be at last a vapor…
Nice to have you back Nikon girl….you have been missed here at PT World HQ
~T