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Old Wooden Ties

She hears the train thud along the tracks, awaiting arrival. Slowly looking around, her heart begins to pulse harder. Right foot over left, she steps down to the old wooden ties rising just a few inches off the ground. The train light blinds and the whistle sounds. She spreads her arms much like a sparrow’s wings. Only sixteen, her life was taken. Tragedy struck as every boxcar trampled her one by one, like the harsh words piercing her soul everyday…