New Year 2002
By benafim
A New Year…2002. Across the plain of Alentejo a railway track snaked its way as far as eyes could see, merged with a blue haze yonder and it was New Year’s day; which began with clear sky and sunlight. Later soft rain fell and tall grass grew so fast that the track disappeared and we were left wondering whether a train would ever come, or if there had ever been a train going our way. Should we continue on the same old road that had brought us here, where the sky is immense, farm houses low cling to red soil and people in dark rooms still believe in a vengeful God? Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 11:34 PM PST 0 • 13
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