Memories sometimes are best left alone. Other times little things will trigger a snapshot in your mind, a good time with a high school friend, a midnight walk down Main Street after foot of snow has come down, the sound of your booted feet crunching the snow, the only sound heard in the perfect silence. I still remember it was 1:00 AM As I walked up the hill towards the fire house, the only sound heard was the scraping of the shovel against the ground as lonely volunteer fireman kept the…
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