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  • Writer's pictureNick Villers

I'm Heading to Hoboken.

Updated: Mar 12, 2022

One last tour over the ocean.

Music is the navigator.

Overcast skies dissipate as we reminisce.

The record player hums and crackles in the dimly lit room.

A saxophone sits in the corner, still vibrant and warm, playing adversity through smiles and laughter.

A chill in the air reminds of nostalgia.

I look at the photograph as the plane soars overhead.

We look up and wave as the plane becomes a speck, a moment, a memory, along the edge of earth’s eye.

Where are you going?

I’m heading to Hoboken.

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