Bird-dance white she, the unheeding woman Rhythm but Everyone else stands or sits. Along a divide of people high-hums old spirit metal premises made new for commuters. A group stares down minding the rails, knowing the rails just Wait. from one heaven angle two Parallels bare sweating rails. emergent rustup the heaven angle, backward Parallel from the ground. down in reverse as one man Heels an Arc to gaze down a chart rows, rising for the occasional clock Change.
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