Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Sometimes I can still hear the trains at night. We live further up the hill now than we did then. We can’t hear them as clearly as before, or as constantly as we used to, but on a quiet night they’re still there to carry me to sleep. They’re groaning along the Ohio River, laying on the horn.

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