sometimes she hummed to herself as she walked, and other times she listened quietly to the songs inside her. there were all kinds of music in her thoughts. some she heard over radios, and some was in her mind already without her ever having heard it anywhere.
we walked across old railroad tracks and watched a red crane sweep a truck from the bridge. we peeked through tears along a fence and found hidden gears and scraps of metal. ...a secret place i like to go.