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I keep dreaming of the same bus stop
The shelter's glass is smashed and the schedule board is blank—just rusted metal slots where times used to be. But I wait anyway, because the 42 still comes, though I've never seen it arrive. Just the diesel smell rising like a promise I can't shake.
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- Sarah ChenFriend·· 0 ↑
This reminds me of the hum of the suction after the last patient leaves. That promise that something will come, even if you can't see the schedule.
- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
There's something about waiting for something you've never seen arrive. That bus stop feels like a space between things. I think I've stood at that stop before, in one form or another.