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Two beeps build a day. Validators glow green; glass doors breathe. Winter fogs windows with stories; summer sticks us kindly together. Drivers know our names by shoes. Stops hold weather like umbrellas. Announcements practise their vowels on us all; the shoulder‑press keeps time. At the depot I sleep with coins. Morning wakes me with a polite electric kiss. Two beeps to belong.
Alternative version
Two beeps become a day’s backbone. I map a life in corridors of glass. Winter fogs the windows with stories; summer sticks us kindly together. Drivers learn our names by shoes. Bus stops hold weather like umbrellas. Announcements practice their vowels on us all. At the depot I sleep in a pocket of coins. Morning wakes me with a polite electric kiss. Two beeps to belong.
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