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I was waiting for the hi-train. Southbound. Towards the gates, the towers with the billowing smoke stacks, the streets with the less than fortunate.

She was waiting for the hi-train. Northbound. Towards the fields, the houses on the planes, the life of the well-off.

My eyes leaped across the chasm of tracks between us, and met hers on the southbound platform.

Yin met Yang on the road to Changtse. "You and I, we belong in different worlds," said she silently. What once was can no longer be. Circumstances change. 100%. Perfect. You don't risk enough -- you're afraid of losing what you have. Perfect doesn't exist anymore. You always pick the easy way out -- the way that risks the least. two paths diverge in a yellow wood. We are different. Reality is what seperates us, our minds from our bodies, our souls from our lives.

The southbound hi-train roared into the station, picked up its load, and promptly left.

My eyes were back. She wasn't.

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