I wanted to go. I raced out the door. It’s been a horrible week but it’s over and I’m coming home to you at last! Then the signs. Prepare to stop. We waited waited waited waited waited until the flagger said, “No one is getting through tonight.” Highways in all directions sealed like a […]

via poem-stranded — Shawn L. Bird

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