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a melody so good it was worth staying in the train for

it started light, like the sound of a waterfall in the distance; noticeable only with intent from the listeners perspective.

it was soon that i was crying. incomprehensibly, to anyone and me.

the musician was a young girl wearing indistinguishable clothes and a red scarf. her hair was tied in a low pony and her eyes looked at something beyond reach: her memory, perhaps, as she played mindlessly but with decision still, that mesmerizing song.

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