No sound but the wind, and in the stingy half-light before day, nothing to see but crumbling highway cutting straight through empty countryside.
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The girl's book I left where it was, and the flowers too. As I shut the front door behind me and turned toward the station, I thought I spotted a line of geese heading south. They were flying straight as an arrow, high in an autumn sky that was as blue as anything I'd ever seen.
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