Train

_MG_1526dbComing, going. Everyone moving in their own rhythm. Children yawn, mothers hold hands. Grown men lean against one another, sinking into strange skin easily. Air, cool and fresh, blows through the open windows, dancing freely with our collective breath as we roll along. Sleepy people. Crammed together, we ride.

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