The fog is raising, ready to fade away completely, as if it wanted to reach the sunny blue sky.
The train runs smoothly, without any slight jerk.

Many little farmhouses appears in my visual field for an instant and then slide away, without giving me the time to imagine what their inhabitant might be doing .

On the green grass there is still a dusting of frost…




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