Iron Goat

A late October day, we pile into the car - destination, Iron Goat Trail.

She runs ahead, chattering and teasing, picking up leaves and sticks. The looming concrete wall guides our path.

"Stop here", he says, taking aim. "I want to show you how beautiful you are."

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