Last stop on this train, 

then standing on a platform I hadn’t planned, at a time I hadn’t anticipated, strange faces strained with exhaustion. From across the platform the janitor inquires: What are you waiting for?

There are no more trains. So walking into a night and on a street I didn’t recognize, look for the next way to cross the water.

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