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The sun was just setting, red beams crashed over the tops of the rail cars.
A little boy seated with his father watched as the great train traveled north. He looked one way and could just barely see the engine, its great plume of smoke like a smudge in the sky. He looked the other way down the tracks, but could'nt see the end.
"Dad?", he asked, looking up at his father's weathered face, painted in orange by the sunset.
"Yes son, what is it?"
"Dad, how long is this train?"; his brows furrowed by the curiousity he felt.
"Dunno son, let's just set here a while and see."
So the boy relaxed, propped himself up on his elbows beside his father and just watched the train go by.
 
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