Summer Evening

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Nine pm and the train whistle sounded low and longing again. Sitting in the porch swing, she remembered past days of summer nights when the neighborhood kids gathered to play kick the can in the street. The nine o’clock freight train whistle meant it was time to pack up and go home. She felt a comforting smile knowing her grandchildren kept the tradition.

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