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Brace yourself

There is something I love about the wind of an approaching train
Before the lights become visible
Around the curvature of the tracks
And the station landing

It is anticipation
There is an adventure that awaits
A journey that’s panting to start

The wind smacks the collar of your jacket against your face
Bustles your hair about your head
Brace yourself

It’s going to be some kind of a ride

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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