Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
The freight train cleared the tracks. The switch was thrown and the diners sped off. I walked around the platform to take in another angle and saw a forest green engine pulling its cars up a steep mountain path. Beside the tracks were snow-covered trees and ice-capped peaks and a tunnel cut through the rock. I thought of the person who must have made this little world.
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