23 May 2008

One end of the line

East end of the north wall of the great hall in Union Station.
I'm pretty sure you can take a train to St. John's—though I think they only load you, and not the train, on a boat—these days, but the carved stones would find two of those three flags very strange, if ever the stones take notice of what wakes thin shadows on them, dust of photons in the dust of years.

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