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Nowhere Man 19

I can go home again.

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On the day before Christmas Eve, I arrived in Oban. Hearing the screech of the gulls, smelling the lobster pots, and tasting the salt air cleaning my throat, I knew I was almost home.

Boarding the car ferry, the noises I thought forgotten came hurtling back: the yells of the men calling out, the piston-powered doors, the dragging chains, and the pungent smell of exhaust fumes…

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