The Movement Of People And The Impact Of
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All the cars were moving
slowly on the highway and I
put my arm out the window and
let the sun sit on my skin and
there was no music on
only the sound of all the cars
moving slowly and
as we inched toward the overpass
I could see a figure waving from up above
all the traffic and as I passed slowly
underneath him I could tell his face was
happy and I looked into the rearview mirror at
myself and it was the face of someone who
was in traffic and going nowhere and I knew
the man on the bridge had it all
right.
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