Wine,Women & Song

By CelloNerd

Northbound, five o'clock

It was a peaceful afternoon. A smattering of individuals dotted the lawn, each quietly looking out to the water, the island looming in the distance. Gradually the chug-a-chug-chug-a-chug rumble and screech of the train grew closer and closer and greater in its intensity until all of it was upon us as it charged northward with its cargo.

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