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The sunset
is golden. The sun disappears and floodlights mounted under the coaches
flicker to life illuminating about ten feet of landscape on either
side of the train. Caught in the unexpected glare, rabbits dash away
into the darkness.
Dessert is served.
John and I take an empty table. Our server stops by and kindly remarks
she wanted to offer us a table of our own earlier but didn't know how to
ask if we'd appreciate the gesture. She introduces us to the chef
and offers us a tour of the locomotive. |
