The sound of a train whistle momentarily pulled my attention from the revery of Grand Park and pulled me back to a memory of my older brother Jacob telling me about his return from France. He came home to a different country than the one he'd left to fight for, we joke now that he went to war an American and came home a Lakes citizen, though he says it never really was that simple.
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