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Love Train (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)



As I was in London, I stood in the St. Pancras International Train Station, met with the concrete creation of my abstract thoughts. For 28 years, I stood in contemplation, in something in my mind that was just like this station.  Many trains, many destinations, many distractions, yet only one train led back to you. I had been so distracted by the cost of my train ticket and all the thousands of people lost, like me, that I almost missed the love train. I almost lost you. I almost gave up on us. At "that" time, I was missing the love inside me that could fuel me to act. But I have it now, so I finally decided to get outside of my head and contact you. When I called and told you I was coming back to you, all that I loved, I could hear the excitement, still, in your voice. So, I had to act for us. The “other” trains I traveled had taken me away from you for good purpose but had also brought me back with that same purpose. I was ready to leave the station and get on the love train, to you.

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