She Signed “HOME” at My Idling Bike | The House That Stayed
The little girl pressed her palm to my idling engine, felt its voice, then signed one word: HOME? People say engines have a sound. Mine has a heartbeat. The Indian Scout I call Bluebird sat there purring in the Sunday heat, paint the color of a lake before dawn. I cut the throttle so the […]
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