This is an ode to my ghost train day.
Minus degrees outside.
No food.
No passengers.
No lights.
The odd unidentifiable shadow running past in the corridor.
Unknown time of arrival.
Questionable whether a destination even existed.
Strategies for survival formed.
A total of 9 hours.
It was really very brilliant (no sarcasm).
And of course, I took pictures.
– Nadia
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