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Hair brush in one hand, the other on the wheel, the morning radio whistles in my ear, as I speed, skipping thoughts I’m not prepared to hear. Sealed inside this air-conditioned steel, I check my rear-view mirror; watch the sun show off rays that I can’t feel. I change lanes as I make and cancel plans, racing with time, wait a minute…. today is only just beginning…
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
Morning Commute
Hair brush in one hand, the other on the wheel, the morning radio whistles in my ear, as I speed, skipping thoughts I’m not prepared to hear. Sealed inside this air-conditioned steel, I check my rear-view mirror; watch the sun show off rays that I can’t feel. I change lanes as I make and cancel plans, racing with time, wait a minute…. today is only just beginning…
gosia-polkowska
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
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