
Waiting in the stations to see someone off on a journey, or to meet them as they came to visit, one conspicuously vibrant sound- the steel wheels of the baggage carts as they grated on the cobblestones of the station, formed some of my the fondest memories.
To today, I still can hear that sound, even though they sit empty, their wheels motionless, waiting for long forgotten trains that no longer polish the rails.
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I take phot of Trains in Tacoma
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