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Sighs ripple off her tongue.
She’s standing there, in the middle of no where, waiting patiently for that train to appear.

It’s the dead of night.
She stands on a plaque,
rows of unsequential green bushes line her two sides. She is alone,
waiting patiently for that train.

She’s looking at something
but see’s nothing.
She rhythmically switches her weight to each side. Cocking her head along with each shift of her hips.

With a bleak expression,
she is waiting patiently for that train.

The train roared up it’s tracks,
Arriving at it’s destination.

Still, she starred ahead, seeing nothing. Then, she did something unexpected. She began to turn and walk away.

A strange man who had stood in her shadow asked her where she was going. Her words lingered in the chilled December air.

“Don’t go jumping on trains if you’re not ready for the ride.”

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