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[westerling]

On the way home tonight, we raced a train. It was running along a causeway through the river, and the moon was rising just behind it. All of the light was from the moon, and the reflection of the moon on the ice and water, and the train's headlamp, which made the trees in front of it distinct until they were blocked by the dark shadow of the cars

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[asakiyume]

How completely magical!