罗伯特黑斯廷斯

RobertJ。Hastings

Tuckedawayinoursubconsciousnessisanidyllic1vision。Weseeourselvesonalongtrithatsansthecontinent。Wearetravelingbytrain。；Outthewindows，wedrinkintheassingsceneofcarsonnearbyhighways，ofchildrenwavingatacrossing，ofcattlegrazingonadistanthillside，ofsmokeouringfromaowerlant，ofrowuonrowofcornandwheat，offlatlands2andvalleys，ofmountainsandrollinghillsides，ofcityskylinesandvillagehalls。

Butuermostinourmindsisthefinaldestination。Onacertaindayatacertainhour，wewillullintothestation。Bandswillbelayingandflagswaving。Oncewegetthere，somanywonderfuldreamswillcometrueandtheiecesofourliveswillfittogetherlikeacomletedjigsaw3uzzle。Howrestlesslyweacetheaisles，damningtheminutesforloitering—waiting，waiting，waitingforthestation。

"Whenwereachthestation，thatwillbeit！

"wecry。

"WhenIm18。

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"WhenIbuyanew450SLMercedesBenz！

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"WhenIutthelastkidthroughcollege。

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"WhenIhaveaidoffthemortgage4！

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"WhenIgetaromotion。

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