A blind man crossing a desert, and an old woman sailing on the rainbow. They met halfway, fell in love instantly, and now they live together somewhere along the south pacific train line.
I saw them when I was heading for Reno, they stood in the doorway, really close to each other, probably feeling the warm summer breeze running through their curly, silver grey hair.
I miss that scenery, the cold nights with nothing but the wind shaking the trees, and the hot days when every footstep felt like a mile.
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