What Life Isn't
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Last published Mon, Aug 28, 2017
A very random collection of poetry, memoir, and fiction, of sentimental value.
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We sit in silence as the train begins to slow, the horn bellowing and the smoke billowing and the warm lights of the steam age city coming into view.
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