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Impressions

I can remember as a child thinking then, snows were very deep, that train trestles could touch the sky and dad stood at least ten feet high. With little legs standing in snow Like twin stalagmites stacked and cold certainly seemed deep, in my eyes. Same could be said for train trestles; Standing beneath them looking up, It wasn’t hard to imagine them touching that enormous sky. Today standing somewhat stooped, my octogenarian dad remains that giant in my eyes.

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