December 18, 2011 05:09:35 AM
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Bryan
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Maria slumped down in the train. The rocking rumble was soothing. She could sit now, maybe even sleep. A couple stood nearby. His stare penetrated her eyes; her gaze wrapped around his, yielding a little, grasping again. Hallesches Tor. Übergang zur U-Bahn Linie sechs. The couple broke into two people and disappeared. The train was no longer underground, but high above it. Maria was home, but she would not sleep.
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from “norman”: at every stop, someone new esp. if we've climbed aboard; then what, we get off … finding our waking hours travel with us so quiet, we miss the noisy piece ... the peace
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