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In The Crisp November Air

For a long while in the crisp November air you could hear the Burlington Northern Santa Fe train pulling up the grade through the hills of northern Wyoming. A steady and heavy drone of diesel engines pulling their long load slowly uphill. A mile long train loaded with coal, car after car rolling slow on steel wheels, creaking and slightly swaying along on the rails. Headed west it creeps along. And at its end another diesel engine pushes the long line of cars.

And the old abandoned homestead sits quiet on the hillside.

Music: “I Am A Pilgrim,” traditional or Merle Travis, played on a Martin Orchestra Model Cutaway Guitar. Garageband.

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