Sometimes when I drive home from work, I imagine that I am escaping forever, encumbrance free, light as the clouds. It’s been variations of the same work, day in and day out. I’m tired.
So on the days that I get to drive home in blue skies, I imagine I have escaped, through the tunnel dug out over twenty years, hidden behind a poster of Thor, and I am taking the road to…
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