The girl at the local train station 

​From the other side of the platform I saw the little girl twirl around in a long black skirt. The cloth seemed to float around her, as if encircling her in an aura of happiness. Her waist length braid flipping along with her every circle, her silver anklets stark against her dark, yet tender skin. Standing there on the other side of the platform, I felt that it was more than a platform that separated us. The lighthearted manner of her movement contrasted with the heaviness I felt pressing down on me. But maybe, I thought, that air of lightheartedness would surround me again, someday. 

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