The Old Man & The Train

He paused and thought about the idea for a long, long time.

The sounds from the freight train sped past throwing his charcoaled gray hair into a twirl, but he bare noticed. A group of boisterous teenagers dressed in various states of disarray passed by him on the old wooden depot platform, they registered only a slight annoyance as he was lost in thought.

He continue to ponder. There was no hurry. This was important.

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