June 13, 2024

The Whistle of the Train Calls Me Home

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It is late in the evening and I feel the breeze blowing through my bedroom window as I slowly drift to sleep. It is a cool summer night in the small town in Indiana where I grew up. I hear the clankety-clank of the train in the distance as it approaches our town. The train… [Continue]

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