It was the day before my birthday and I was on a slow train to New York – travelling through the folds of the Appalachian Mountains and for a while, following the course of the Juniata River.
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It was the day before my birthday and I was on a slow train to New York – travelling through the folds of the Appalachian Mountains and for a while, following the course of the Juniata River.
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