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Locomotive of Morocco

Upon arriving in Morocco, I began what seemed to be an ordinary train ride out of Casablanca. I hit shuffle and started listening to this piece by Philip Glass. The second the piece kicked in, everything on the train took on a new shape. The cabins began to glow, the sounds of the machinery became musical, and I could suddenly feel the pulse of this big metallic beast that I was riding on.

water run
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