Every day the people living beside the train tracks watch hundreds of people pass by on trains.
And in turn, passers by catch glimpses of them in their homes, in their yards.
Bathing, cooking, doing the laundry.
Heading off to school.
One life standing still, one blurring past.
Or maybe standing still an illusion.
And in turn, passers by catch glimpses of them in their homes, in their yards.
Bathing, cooking, doing the laundry.
Heading off to school.
One life standing still, one blurring past.
Or maybe standing still an illusion.
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