Maybe, if you’re lucky enough, as you walk through a field or in a forest, you’ll feel a different kind of breeze blow as a set of train tracks magically assembles itself in a rush of wood, stones, and steel. Within a few minutes, a train stop comes together in a clatter of planks, walls, and window panes. A minute or so later, spirits begin to gather, checking their tickets or idly reading a paper on a bench.
Then, the Wandering Line emerges from the invisible, gliding along its tracks and coming to a stop. A conductor hops out of the train, and with a measure of patience and insistence, gets everyone on board right as the doors close. The train then pulls away from the depot.
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