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Fading Summer

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

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…

An Old Wind

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

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…

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