“Now he slept soundly through the nights, and often he dreamed of trains, and often of one particular train: He was on it; he could smell the coal smoke; a world went by. And then he was standing in that world as the sound of the train died away. A frail familiarity in these scenes hinted to him that they came from his childhood. Sometimes he woke to hear the sound of the Spokane International fading up the valley and realized he’d been hearing the locomotive as he dreamed.” ― Denis Johnson, Train Dreams
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Maverick Mist 
I guess we all have childhood memories weaved around trains. I absolutely love train travel. its an experience within traveling. Air travel is too monotonous.
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If you have the time train travel is definitely the way to go.
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Yes absolutely.
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Wow, this nostalgic. I love the red station!
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Tracks of nostalgia, thanks Holly.
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Thank you, the photograph is so enticing, draws you in. Mystery and warmth are the “train dreams”.
I have posted a poem ” The Cot and the Train” under the post Oscillting sound. Yes, this feeling is felt by so many.
mirima
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I’ll look for your poem, thanks Miriam.
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Love the image! It does feel like nostalgic ❤
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Thanks Indah, I agree trains are nostalgic.
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