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I felt like going on the train today, the kind that chugs and hoots like a fearsome owl, booming and creaking as it rides the tracks, to nowhere in particular, where some passengers mumble self-directed reminders incessantly, vivaciously, their thoughts escaping words, thoughts slipping out from under the mind, as they count the minutes down, the stops….one by one, people in the seats vanish, save for the sleeping, who seem to take the train forever just to sleep. So this is where the tired people go. The flatlands outside my window dim the daylights.

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