Waiting for someone, watched the many people pour out like confetti made of July colors, a train station reconfigured some years ago to look beautiful yet remind us through pieces of old walls artfully placed how awful it had been especially during the summer months.
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*Another Hundred People - Company by Stephen Sondeim
...It's a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay...
