Tuck away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.

May 22, 2008 3:30am CST
We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent.We are traveling by train.Out the windows,we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways,of children waving at a crossing,of cattle grazing on a distant hillside,of smoke pouring from a power plant,of row upon row of corn and wheat,of flatlands and valleys,of mountains and rolling hillsides,of city skylines and village halls.
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