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  • It is 7.46 in the morning. I am standing here, waiting for a train that always seems to be coming but never really does.

    I take in all the sights and sounds with my hypersensitive senses. The tolling of bells, the swishing of boom gates, and the picking up of wind that somehow always accompanies the coming of a train.

    Invariably, even inevitably perhaps, I stand on tiptoe and strain my eyes, willing my vision to show me that which cannot be seen. All I can see are the question marks etched in my mind, so I trace my fingers along the contours like an old friend.

    Hello, how are you? Yea, it's me again.

    I am reminded of a saying. 可遇不可求. You can meet but you can't wish, literally. Or, if you read between the lines, stop wasting your life dreaming, because wishes of these nature don't come true.

    Yes. Here I am again. I am waiting for a train that will never come.

    It is today, once more.
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