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Thursday, August 12, 2010

The First T, Again

Nobody on the train sat next to anyone else this morning. People rested their heads on their hands in different ways; some let their heads hang down, collapsing into gravity. One girl didn't open her eyes until she got up to leave the train, when I saw the huge dark circles under them. Nobody even noticed me staring around, looking for inspiration.

Today it is difficult to be awake.

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