I arranged a meeting with my mind, body, and soul this morning at the train station on my way to school and two of the three didn’t even show up. I spent my ride leaning against the window seat, drained before the day even started, defeated, depleted, drifting into that methodically bumpy commuter sleep. I rode the A train and I didn't know it then, but…
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