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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Southern Spring

But there was hope. I was going south - more southerly than anyone on this southbound express would believe. Somewhere below, the wind was in the palm trees. On the other hand, we were only now in Streator, Illinois.

Paul Theroux, The Old Patagonian Express

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