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In the middle of the night a young man walks to the railroad tracks. From a nearby switchyard he catches hold of a coal train that sweeps him away from his home and from himself. In time he comes to realize that he is not on his own, but that he is a small yet essential portion of a vast continuum. Traveling through the country, he composes letters to his childhood friend.
These are his letters of love.
These are his letters for life.
These are his letters to Zoë.
