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Nov 2013
The sound of the traffic at that hour was completely deafening

She tried to pick herself up
but couldn't

After a few minutes she finally managed to lift herself up
Bruised and bleeding, she limped over to the curb nearby

"Fractured arm, for sure" she thought as she looked around for her phone

She'd been using it only moments before the accident
She spotted it in the middle of the intersection

Crushed into oblivion
  
The car that hit her was long gone
She was lucky to be alive...

Always...
ALWAYS...
Keep both ears wide open...
*And never ignore what you hear...
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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