I woke up to the morning sky first
Greetings! I am aboard the hell o'clock train, otherwise known as the regional Amtrak; it is my intention for the day to see how much I can sleep in the quiet car. Right now there are some very beautiful streamers and shells of cloud in the dawn-faded blue of the sky, a kind of hand-gilding light on the passing verticals of bricks and concrete. Everything is so much greener than even the last time I took this line: the trees are bursting out like summer, not just blossoming. It is not fair of me to think that the man who just took a seat diagonal of me looks like he should be walking across a stage in that grey business suit and glasses, a briefcase in one hand and a bright red umbrella in the other. Further bulletins as consciousness warrants.
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Thank you! I successfully managed to be unconscious through most of Connecticut into NYC, and am about to attempt the same through Pennsylvania until D.C.
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Thank you! I hope it's a nice midnight where you are.
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Thank you! There has actually been some sleep, even in rather cricked and artificial positions, and I'm optimistic for more.
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Thank you!
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I've decided he must know the woman on the platform at Penn Station who was wearing an olive-green silk boiler suit.
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That makes a certain amount of sense!
I still have some disjoint between clothes I recognize from reading about them and clothes I have seen people wear.
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Can do! I mean the reminding! Mayhem is unpredictable! See you soon!
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It was very striking.
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Thank you! So far, so good.
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Thank you! The train ride was long, but everything since arriving has been very nice!