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I-81 North towards Hazleton.                    Exit to Hazleton. Merge left away from Mahanoy City exit.            Luzerne County crossing.                              I always thought the spheres on telephone wires were kids' basketballs that got stuck in the sky.     Three New York plates in half a mile.                               151 A or B?   Kelly Clarkson tells me through static that I don't know a thing about her.     Water beads on plastic cup lids by the "diet" indent, but never goes in.           Americans are water.                       Lemonade clots the cuts                       on my lips. The car's a few years old but still carries its dealership scent.                    Adjacent drivers keep their                    lazy eyes on their phones. Prismatic flashes through tinted windows from a woman changing CDs.            Oaks in the distance overtake            stores and church steeples.                 The earth is theirs.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Americans Are Water
I-81 North towards Hazleton.                    Exit to Hazleton. Merge left away from Mahanoy City exit.            Luzerne County crossing.                              I always thought the spheres on telephone wires were kids' basketballs that got stuck in the sky.     Three New York plates in half a mile.                               151 A or B?   Kelly Clarkson tells me through static that I don't know a thing about her.     Water beads on plastic cup lids by the "diet" indent, but never goes in.           Americans are water.                       Lemonade clots the cuts                       on my lips. The car's a few years old but still carries its dealership scent.                    Adjacent drivers keep their                    lazy eyes on their phones. Prismatic flashes through tinted windows from a woman changing CDs.            Oaks in the distance overtake            stores and church steeples.                 The earth is theirs.
What I saw and driving directions on a trip to Wilkes Barre, PA.
christopher-cizek
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
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