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Tuesday, August 8, 2006

In Traffic I hit the brakes and the stop makes me think of his death. In traffic my mind sorts itself. I find better plans for new beginnings, as the streets wind under me. Rain pelts the windshield and I wonder why the challenger exploded, and I quit work. I live for now in the car my island on the... Sign in to see full entry.

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