The Golden Downtown
The train does not so much arrive as it exhales, a long, shuddering release of steam that settles over the platform like a shroud of wet wool, and you stand there, Margaret, with your luggage balanced on the edge of your knuckles, feeling the vibration of the iron rails travel up through the soles of your boots and into the marrow of your shins, a physical reminder that you are still attached...
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