4:32am. Ciudad Juarez. The lonesome night train is
whistling. Making its way to nowhere yet somewhere. It calls out through the
night, touching the ears of all the lonely hearts. Beckoning for them to arrive
at the station in the dead of night. Because it is there that souls are brought
together. Looking for another to hold, looking for another to walk with.
Looking for someone to take their hand and take the jump. Looking for something
that is new. For something to remember. And it can see the smiles that are
mischievous and the smiles that are nervous but the glint of excitement is
there in their eyes…. It is the call of the lonesome night train and it calls for me.
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