. . . reflect

. . . “What’s the – Port of Morrow?” Son reads the highway sign.

In front of us, the road and the river rejoin – our home river – water that will be flowing past our town tomorrow.  We look out over cargo cranes and ocean-going barges though we’re still 250 miles inland. . .

[the story]

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