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Wednesday, March 26, 2014
The Blue Signpost
Scooted home in a dust storm yesterday. The blue signpost at the light I've turned at one-thousand times was swaying in the orange wind. I love that signpost. I would take photos of it my first year. I don't look at it now. Until I was made to. Invisible to the one who loves it most.
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