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October 5, 2007
Where are they going, all these passengers sitting on the train lost in their own thoughts? Who are they? What kind of lives do they lead? Each one has a story, a life, a set of priorities and concerns. Some are young, other not so young, each at a particular age and stage of life. Some are regulars. I see them every day. Their faces are as familiar to me as some of the people I work with. Yet we never speak or even make eye contact. We simply notice each other, strangers passing on the busy stage of life.