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On the Road

This is how the Dharma moves: overland, hugging valleys and rivers, swaying with rhythmic pushings here and there against an ass imprinted too long on a seat, in the dark, with seriously drunk-off-their-asses people wandering between cabins, and the knowledge that this correspondent will quite likely be kicked out of his seat when ticket-holders with reserved seats for this compartment board the train in Austria in a few minutes.

This might be one way that the Dharma moves. (At least this week.)

The cabin mates that karma has brought together — one of them is seriously on drugs, or so it seemed until he suddenly passed out.

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