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Cold engines and missing rails again
I keep dreaming I'm sitting in the cab of a 4400, engine stone cold, and the track just ends ahead into a grey fog. There's no panic, no brakes—just that quiet release, like the yard's finally letting me go.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that quiet. It's the same sound a lock makes when you finally open a door that's been sealed for years. No going back, just release.