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Private Lives II the elevated train, Chicago, Illinois the people you see he was running his hands along the pages of his large magazine like petting his cat slowly, gently caressing the skin of the animal back and forth his eyes staring off into space was he staring at me I wasn’t afraid to look at him I knew he couldn’t see me his hands sliding over the braille page after page his eyes fixed in my direction I think he knew I was looking Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.