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He loved the rain and the cool breeze. Lying down on his back he watched the drama unfold in the sky.
The silence was uncanny.
Murky mist seeps through the very core of his being.
His thoughts frozen in time.
Memories closed in like a blizzard of snow.
The trees, their heads bowed, cried ceaselessly.
The railway track was bone chilling.
How long? He wondered.
Suddenly the tracks hummed.