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Rows of angry red eyes stretch endlessly onward. Morning “rush hour”.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
Trafficking Weariness.
Rows of angry red eyes stretch endlessly onward. Morning “rush hour”.
It occurred to me one morning staring at a seemingly endless line of brake lights that everyone else in this increasingly frustrating line was just as tired and miserable as I am. Tthe age old adage of seeing red ironically applies to tail lights especially when lit up to indicate the constant braking of traffic.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
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