Elderly men sit side by side on a worn wooden bench at the railway station, their weathered faces illuminated by the warm glow of cigarette smoke. The air is thick with nostalgia as they share tales and laughter, their eyes twinkling with memories of times past. A distant train echoes through the station, its whistle fading into the distance as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden light on the scene. The men's faces are aglow with the warmth of friendship, their bond strengthened by the intertwining smoke and the passing of time.

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