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… dismembered carriages. Eerie stillness marks its unknown future, and yet it offers me consolation. My fingers run over worn seats, glass with films of dust, and faint echoes.
Debdutta Pal
Scarlet Ibis James 🦩
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Don't touch the seats
I am a writer, reader, essayist, published author and editor. https://www.scarletibisjames.com.
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