That word

That word used to be a huge place, a soot-darkened, glass-paneled ceiling, a marble-floored arena of crossing paths, of newspaper stands and coffee outlets and roll-along suitcases and ticket stubs and distant double whistles and slamming doors. And echoing announcements. That word used to be the temporary end to the same old pattern, a gleaming […]
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Published on May 21, 2016 02:36
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