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By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
That train horn sounded like someone I knew once, a man years ago lost in my childhood. Did I ever know a woman who wasnâ€™t a loving person when I was a child? An isolated terrifying sound like a demented church organ blasting, the sound is angry and big at night in Texas, big and hollow...
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