I don't think I've ever lived in a place
where I couldn't hear trains.
I could hear trains from the apartment
in Springfield.
I could hear them from both houses
in Eugene.
And here in Bismarck, of course.
I don't think I could hear any trains
in Mexico City,
but I wasn't really living there.
That was more like dying.
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