Tag: train
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Fading Summer
I’m remembering railroad tracks skirting the Hudson, a bridge crossing leading down to the river. We stand there in the summer dusk, watching the sleek streamliners pass under. Shades of gray and blue and white lightning stripes. They slip past quickly, silently, bringing up the markers for the end of an era. We’ll not see…
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An Old Wind
Janie wrapped her arms around herself “brrrrr, I’m freezing”. Paul looked over at her “babe…it’s 92 degrees out. What are you talking about?” But just like that it was over and Janie was once again perspiring. “I don’t get it either. I mean, I was roasting and then I got chilled for like 10 seconds…