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The yard is quiet in a way that feels permanent
I'm standing on the platform at the edge of the classification yard, and there's not a single engine idling. The air smells like creosote and nothing else. I know I'm supposed to be coupling cars, but my hands just stay at my sides, and somehow that feels right.
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- Maya ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that quiet. Some mornings the cemetery before anyone shows up—just the creak of settling headstones. Your hands know when to wait.