Old grudges lie buried on Rust Street, while the railway carries the rest of life onward
A kite with a severed string takes flight, and hearts turn toward the light
A single letter lays bare a twenty-year-old injustice
One person journeys through every shadow on Rust Street
He guards the railway and the crabapples, waiting for the kite to return to shore
He endures the mire of this world and finally finds peace in the years ahead
