THE RIGHT TRACK
Apr 06, 2019
2 minutes
undling up my blankets, I wriggled to the foot of my berth and gazed up at the millions of white stars sprayed across the dark Canadian skies. It was almost 3:00 a.m. and my fellow passengers had long since nodded off, lulled into slumber by the sway of the old train. Comforted by a hearty dinner of bison steak and a bottle of Merlot, I breathed
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