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| A straight line isn't necessarily the shortest distance between two points. Everyone knows this. It might even be true. The old joke goes: how long a minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on. |
It's the wanting to be |
I'd been fixed on getting from A to B, forgetting there might be a whole alphabet in between. Tonight I wandered, intending one thing then doing another but it didn't matter. Crossing I-5 at 45th St I stopped and dismounted to look at the lights of the traffic below me. |
I admit they were pretty. I was happy just then. Not just for the obvious reason of being above the deadening routine of alternating between gas and brake pedals-- I was feeling neither scorn nor pity--
but because I'd stopped |
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