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The Last Carriage
I sit on the waiting seat on the station
Not alone
Many friends are waiting as well
We share the same destination
Not long after, the train arrives
I look at my ticket,
"Ah, not my train," I say
Some friends board
They wave their hands
We exchange smiles
I'm left with the unfinished puzzle in my hand
Not long after, another train arrives
I look at my t...
Wednesday 25th September 2024 10:35 am
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