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| Light from the setting sun glanced off the oiltanks on the grass embankment beyond. The platform slept. The tracks were vacant, the signals up. There was little to suggest any train ever arrived at this station, let alone left it: QUAUHNAHUAC – UTV, 7. |
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 Photo courtesy of Vik Doyen. |
 Photo courtesy of Bob Schalijkwijk. |