I'm laying in bed at the garden and I heard, just briefly, the sound of a train horn in the distance. My mind just flew back in time. Now I'm upstairs in the duplex I shared with Josh on the millhill in Cola, our very first place together. The traintracks flank us on two sides. Tapestries hang on the walls. A southern autumn is about to happen
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