Photo A.M. Moscoso
This morning on my train ride through Minnesota the train slid to a stop and something about the stop woke me up, but I was tired and fell back to sleep.
I woke up again about a half hour later and realized the train wasn’t moving and that we were in the same tree lined stretch of track.
Word came through, eventually someone had been out on the tracks and our train hit them.
It had been such a beautiful morning.
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