You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

A train it is, where time unwinds,
Through shifting skies and endless pines.
No rush, no race just depth and grace,
Each moment felt, not chased in haste.
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

A train it is, where time unwinds,
Through shifting skies and endless pines.
No rush, no race just depth and grace,
Each moment felt, not chased in haste.
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