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| blueberries |
it's coming. i know because i can hear it. i'm at the station waiting, standing with the others, listening. what is it that is traveling towards us? whistle of approach. screech of brakes. hiss of arrival. we step closer in anticipation. doors open. passengers emerge. some journeys end. others begin. i watch the reunions, see the embraces, smiles, tears. the lonely walk away, unmet. i continue to ponder until the doors close, the crowd disappears and the train slowly moves on, having swallowed new people, different journeys. i am left untouched, a solitary observer. not my train. not yet. so i strain to hear the sound of another faraway train. it's coming. i know because i can hear it. others begin to approach and stand near me, expecting. |
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| thatdamnbird |
the doppler shifting of the locomotive sounds as they approach and ass they pass slow fast slow |
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