John Henry met a boy walking along the long bones on an old and quiet railroad. The boy watched John Henry with a shy and careful quiet.
“Why are you walking out here, on this railroad?” He finally asked.
John Henry replied, “I wondered how small the world was.”

John Henry met a boy walking along the long bones on an old and quiet railroad. The boy watched John Henry with a shy and careful quiet. “Why are you walking out here, on this railroad?” He finally asked. John Henry replied, “I wondered how small the world was.”

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