The trains that run through this passage pass now two destinations of emotional import.  One of great loss, and one of great promise.  Both are far from home, relative to a New Yorker's pedestrian sense of distance.  The superposition of my heart, both light with infatuation and heavy with trepidation, marked the scene with an indelible emotional impression.
<a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/people/15802578@N00">Billie Ward</a> from New York, USA
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<a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/wwward0/16480558957/">Reluctantly tripping worlds to return to my own.</a>