Elsewhere

In the mid-commute trance, people’s faces take on a noble, wistful, absent serenity.

Early sun strobes through a ridge of pines.

I’m seeing some things with fresh eyes and some things not at all.

Is this me changing for the better, or losing the last of my grip?

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