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Southward
Doralea peered through the window of the southward train. Mid-October leaves dappled the Kentucky slopes in blazing oranges and consuming reds, dull yellows and corroded browns with a couple of evergreens topping through the shades. Colors were made significantly more distinctive by the morning sun and clear, blue sky. Straw colored sedge grass alongside green knot of weeds, thistles, and, surprisingly, a couple of fall blossoms obscured together as she moved her look descending toward the edges of fields and wall columns speeding by close to the railroad bed. They were somewhere close to Cincinnati and London, at last returning home. Her young spouse, having as of late gotten back from the Conflict in the Pacific a year after the Japanese acquiescence, drooped close to her, wheezing. He was to some degree bristly with his Naval force jumper creased and unfastened, his tie scattered. A silver carafe with the initials 'JB' recorded in a twist of calligraphy looked from within the jumper pocket. Her interest was aroused in light of the fact that those were not his initials. He had positioned his white mariner's cap over his eyes. She clustered under his dull, naval force peacoat. She wore a plain, beige cotton dress and scraped matching siphons that had seen a few times of wear. The coat totally covered her little structure. At seventeen she was still very dainty, not so much as five feet tall, so she had the option to twist up into a little ball under the woolen peacoat. She had failed to remember how cold harvest time mornings could be. Her breath misted up a little part of the window. She likely arrived at one arm from under the coat to rapidly copyist a cheerful face and her initials, MDJ, on the window with her forefinger. Mrs. Doralea Jackson, she thought. She immediately tucked her arm back under the coat.
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