The Flying Smile

I rode a New York subway car, and many hollow eyes surrounded me; they looked so far remote from hopes and lies. Above that dungeon-like seclusion and out of focus stare there lay a cloud of disillusion so heavy in the air. Then, suddenly within that pile of cattle on the chase, I caught a warm and friendly smile straight from a lovely face. It was so short, it was so fast, it came from far away, but even though it didn’t last its beauty changed my day.

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