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Riding the bus

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Riding the bus


As I sat on the bus, the world outside whizzed by in a blur of motion. The hum of the engine provided a steady rhythm that lulled me into a sense of peace. I watched as strangers boarded and disembarked, each with their own story and destination. The gentle sway of the bus was oddly comforting, like a cradle rocking me to sleep. I smiled as I caught snippets of conversations around me, snippets of lives intersecting for just a moment. And in that moment, I felt a sense of connection to the world around me, all from the simple act of riding the bus.
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