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I’m sitting on the bus. It’s so quiet. The sky is transitioning from dusk to a deep dark blue.
It’s these quiet moments that send me into a thoughtful abyss. I muse to myself “I’m alone, I’m the only American…on a bus in a strange land,” the last Shangri-la, so far away from anything or anyone that makes me feel known, that feels familiar.
19oct24