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If this works! You can hear my latest steampunk ballad, Night Train, which is produced and recorded by my brother now studying music production at Burklee College (online).

If it doesn't work, you'll have to click the linkages. The lyrics go like so:

In the coal-dark pools of rain
There are glints of lights that dance
Every time the train hums by
Windowpanes shake like leaves

It's the Night Train passing and going
One day it won't leave me behind
I can dream of places it's been
And breath the air it pushes aside

In the mist-cool wind that rides
Like a last patrol of ghosts
The whistle blunts on fog and steam
Like a song half-echoed down

( cut for aesthetic appeal )

And now for a message from someone I haven't mentioned here before...

Merriwether Lewis is a melancholy bear.

He belongs to a grown-up girl, and he is her solitary stuffie.

This week she introduced him to her newest close friend, another grown-up girl with a bear she neglects not half so much.

(Little Panda is running for Best Bear--Merri supports his candidateship and so should you: he has cupcakes. Like Teddy's page, and then "like" Panda's photo to vote him in, if you like.)

Perhaps because of this example, or just because she is erratic, Merriwether found himself on the road Monday.


He spent a great bulk of the trip bundled up with her knitting, but got aired to see an old train and a forest.

More fun than sitting on the bookshelf, I guess.

 

 

...I am obviously a very bad bear-mother. :(
He looks so forlorn in photographs! I didn't notice he was so depressed until now...