Anon https://westportwrites.writeas.org/anon/ Fri, 01 May 2026 15:58:33 +0000 Train Station https://westportwrites.writeas.org/anon/train-station <![CDATA[Train Station So many black and white scenes from classic movies come to mind. She waits for him, or he for her. Someone leaves, alone. The Yin of an expected and welcome loved one. Hugs! The Yang of a train departing, a head out of the window, crying. In this scene, she is running madly to catch a departing train, her heavy satchel slowing her down. The conductor’s long reach pulled her effortlessly up the stairs. He is left sitting on the wooden bench. The smoke disappears, the sound becomes fainter. She is gone. He is alone. ]]> Train Station So many black and white scenes from classic movies come to mind. She waits for him, or he for her. Someone leaves, alone.

The Yin of an expected and welcome loved one. Hugs! The Yang of a train departing, a head out of the window, crying.

In this scene, she is running madly to catch a departing train, her heavy satchel slowing her down. The conductor’s long reach pulled her effortlessly up the stairs.

He is left sitting on the wooden bench. The smoke disappears, the sound becomes fainter.

She is gone. He is alone.

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