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The wind in the subway car was so strong my hair blew across
my face creating various masks and mustache patterns. There’s no wind in the
New York subway. It seemed a good deal smaller too or perhaps Londoner’s are
taller…or both. People watching is less entertaining here. Soft faces without
secrets. I find myself in a meditative state—focusing the mind on the strength
of the wind. My only distraction is the strange caution sign above the small
doors: “Naughty passengers will be
crushed”.
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