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NS 088 zips past an old country church in a lifting fog with its engines roaring and horn blaring shattering the tranquil silence in the mornings first rays of light as it puts on its show with the classy offerings of F units while the sleepy residents have yet to assemble at the table under the roadside shack for a game of dominoes or the like in this scene at Cuba, AL.

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