[“I have spent my life’s journey looking out the window at passing events, fascinated by the spectacle of existence rather than having any thoughts of a destination or purpose.” – Peter Wells, “Counting Ducks”]
The train rolls on; hours, now, from Paris. There is a farmer striking his inevitable pose for the passing passengers, leaning on his hoe.
When the train has gone by, he lays the hoe aside.
The next train, he knows, is two hours away.
Break time.
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