pages flapped and fluttered in the breeze
and all seemed to know clearer than I but only George declared in a loud cry and another down beneath the tracks climbed to where it lay on a concrete ledge against the trestle’s round columns while others looked behind and ahead or listened for a train coming though none did in the time it took for the limp rag to be passed up between ties toward hearts beating and anxious eyes there behind mounds of overgrown sand traps and reedy ponds said to be full of golf balls but I guessed mostly just turtles and snakes
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