The fields so green and tall. The sky deep blue with specks of white puffy clouds. I hear the train pass where the freeway passes us with not even a sign marking my hometown. What lies beneath is the cause for my story but our paths never cross.
I walk alone watching as time has changed in a blink of the eye. I, and my town, are strangers in a strange land. One moment we were rooted in the 1970s and the next we’re adrift in this modern age. From the 20th century to the 21st we have traversed such a great distance without moving an inch.
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