Eliza stared at a woman on the train who was sitting bolt upright, eyes closed. She wasn’t sleeping with that posture. What then? Meditation? Her eyes were scrunched too tight. Inner peace wasn't likely. While Eliza conjectured, a tear escaped the woman's clenched eyelid.
9:38 AM - 15 Feb 2018
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