The train is moving like a lonely serpent; its belly full of lost, confused, and soulful travelers, each preoccupied in his or her own world.
Power lines are like skeletons in the sky, rigid with electricity.
The train is moving like a lonely serpent; its belly full of lost, confused, and soulful travelers, each preoccupied in his or her own world.
Power lines are like skeletons in the sky, rigid with electricity.
