On Tracks of Never-Ending Light – Jose Osegura

As the northbound train was arriving, people began to crowd around behind me. I could feel a warmth on the nape of my neck triggered by breeze pushing me away from the cusp of the yellow thermoplastic road paint that read “Stay Behind the Yellow Line.” It's not so much that I like to live …

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