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RE: The Quiet Commute

Everyone walks a unique path and we happen to converge on a platform, end up in an office or in a meadow. We operate like trains, it's back and forth from one side to the other, moving forward, forward and forward.
We wait for the right moment to move, out of nowhere a transition may come and we have no choice but to go forward, like a train.

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That's a beautifully written! I wished I could've written it like that 😆