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Reflections at Journey’s End

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As the train neared Washington, D.C., the landscapes of wilderness gave way to cityscapes. Skyscrapers rose, tracks multiplied, and the rhythm of travel shifted from solitude to bustle. Yet in my heart, the echoes of that journey remained—the whispers of the station, the rhythm of the rails, the faces of fellow travelers.
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