"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Monday, July 9, 2012
Whistle and Wheels
Early morning, twenty degrees cooler, I'm out early before a long drive.
The day is moist and full of bird song. In the distance, the sound of a train whistle, long and low. I can even hear the clatter of wheels on rail.
