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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.*
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
Perspective
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.*
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
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