there an almost missed train as i walked by the station, an older man and a young boy, suddenly woke up from the conversation they were lost in and scrambled out of the car when the whistle blew there was an air of affection underlining annoyance as drivers half-smiling as they squinted into the near-blinding sun there was a story abandoned in labour there was laughing stumbling and awkwardness as the forgetten words, lives, and selves were re-embraced possibly the last time before this life dies

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