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[petor221984]

Walking along the railroad tracks our nomad found himself exactly where he wanted to be. Alone in the city-- under the stars without a word breaking the comfortable silence. Nothing would prevent this perfect stillness. Not even the train would come tonight. With that assertion he put the worry of having to look over his shoulder out of his mind.

Comments

[spider_legz]

Where do your stories come from?

[petor221984]

i think this is the only story on lj i wrote, and my ass.

[tinfoil_star]

Our nomad should go here and check out the last picture in the main post.