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At the station, she watched trains arrive and depart like pigeons settling on statues. A woman with a suitcase stamped in a language that smelled like cinnamon sat beside her and offered a map with a coffee-ringed heart. June smiled and added a circle to her own list: a promise to send a postcard back, even if the handwriting trembled.

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