I see you no bush to hide.Wide in it's vastness nothing surpasses. Simple wide plains without any trains getting rarer and harder to find.
A time machine.
Thanks for the reminder.
If you have the time, look to our future in 'A Laptop Universe.'
The collective unconscious!
that's ture, they hide behind the sand, TX
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