103 Street

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The subway always has away of calming my nerves. The low buzz of wheel against iron soothes me. The darkness too, looking outside of subway car window into nothingness nad no one to look at me. The other people in the car just look down at their feet or read a book. That's one thing about the city, everyone respects everyone else's space. The subway starting then stopping at regular intervals just often enough to keep me awake, but a change from the schitophrenia above.

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