|A Paragraph of a Feeling|
Emerging from the tunnel, she closed her eyes. On cue, perfectly timed slips of light passing quickly, kissing her eyelids, warming them, invoking dreams as the train forged forward along the rusty tracks.
She dreamt of some unfamiliar face, all smudged and blurred. Imaginary fingertips gently placed at the corner of her eye, slowly drawing a soft line down to the corner of her mouth. Her lips curled ever so slightly, the bronze afternoon rays bathing her lids.
Sweetest of lost memories, the train entered darkness again.
Her eyes opened wide and .........
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