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Abstract
The train smashes away the hot, still, trembling body of the night and leaves it crumpled upon the hard rocks beside the sleepers. Black and bloody and flecked with light from the dying sun and the prosperous shops or the comfortable middle-class houses or the rushing vehicles on the highway. The train charges noisily onwards, high up on its embankment. It will never reach the stars, but it is too proud for the common, crowded highways. It floats on a lonely uniform course between reality and dreams.
Recommended Citation
Weller, Archie, One Hot Night, Kunapipi, 10(1), 1988.
Available at:https://ro.uow.edu.au/kunapipi/vol10/iss1/24
