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One platinum carriage after another rolls in, doors all set to open and inhale platform. Life is anything but stationary once the subway is entered.

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The subway station could do with a bit more art, a bit more flair, anything to lift the spirits of the travellers.

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The subway station was alive with the sound of a spirited violin.

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The subway station exists as a microcosm of every waiting room in the world, take away the walls, the track, the metal benches and it could be any wait for anything anywhere anyplace.

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If the subway were the arteries of the city, the stations were its lungs, the wide doors breathing us in and out.