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Feb 2015
There is a fork in the road
where I veered left to merge onto
I-65,
and I spotted the same
bilboard I look up at
every day on my commute to work,
but now it was at eye level,
and I thought to myself,
*well, I guess that's what we call
perspective.
Meg B
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Meg B  32/F/Washington, D.C.
(32/F/Washington, D.C.)   
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