Sunday, December 15, 2002

:: epilogue ::

and so she stood silently at the platform, watching as the tail end of the train sped further and further away into the amber horizon, shrinking smaller and smaller. until it was nothing more than a faded speck. until it vanished completely. until there was nothing left, but the scattered trail of wind-blown leaves, making their final descent to the cold, hard ground.

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