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| Pinkerton Horn as it was before CSX excavation. |
Whatever was left was ours for a while,
But sooner or later the hills will take it back,
And maybe the moon will send the seas there
And where we once lived will be a river coiling around
Honoring the sky through its reflection––
Blue in the summer. White when the snow falls.
–Lines from Louise Glück's "Sunrise."
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| The Horn as it looks today. |
