Itabu Station

Item: Itabu Station
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Author: Cindy Medina

Cindy MedinaJanuary 18, 2019

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Itabu Station

written by: Cindy Medina

@Cindy_M65

I could patiently

await a train within your

hushed and quaint blue walls.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

A little blue train station in Chiba Prefecture, Japan, seen via "Train Cruise" (a series featuring Japan via train journeys).

Photography - © DAJF / Wikimedia Commons / CC BY-SA 4.0

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Cindy is a published poet who writes an average of one poem per day. She's also written five novel-length stories, is working on two others, and hopes to be an author very soon. Cindy resides in the Desert Southwest of USA with D, her husband since 1993.

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