
Much later I spent many hours waiting in a train station in a Europe I barely knew.
I dreamed for weeks of your arrival in a station with a glass roof, and waited for you there, imagining the moment your face would emerge from the small crowd of passengers disembarking. How your face would be changed by all those hours of travelling towards me.
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