There is a woman who never was,
Least not like you and me.
Her whispers heard on old steam trains
No one knows from whence she came
Nor where she goes from here,
Yet passengers report words soft
Nationwide so fair.
So, if you ride upon a rail
Where she has stoked her flame
You're sure to have travels safe
Upon Her Swift Soul Train.
-Laura E. Swan
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MONTHLY THEME -Self Portrait