"The words a father speaks to his children in the privacy of the home are not overheard at the time, but, as in whispering galleries, they will be clearly heard at the end and by posterity."
Jean Paul Richter, writer (1763-1825)
On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...
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