The restless winds of late have brought some plastic bags out of hiding. I noticed a couple of them floating above the road in the opaque light of dusk as I drove by a cemetery. They reminded me of souls on their way to heaven.
The restless winds of late have brought some plastic bags out of hiding. I noticed a couple of them floating above the road in the opaque light of dusk as I drove by a cemetery. They reminded me of souls on their way to heaven.
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