“Youth”

“On the rails of life on an event train. Youth.” We're racing down the rails of life on the event train. While we are small and for years, we don't even see that we are traveling in a carriage because of its size. When we increase, we realize that each station is either a milestone or just run to the stall to get some water. The wind of change gives way to complete calm and vice versa. Lean up to your waist out the window, breathe in the fresh scent of sunflower or corn fields, sometimes lavender. Birch trees run through the edges for months and years. But the most important thing is that the train almost never gets too small for us.

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