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Highway Home by Belinda Riehl (revised)

Parked on I-110, snaking the interchange to I-105. Endlessly flexing and contracting; each car, truck, bus, a vertebrae. 2mph at 4pm headed to LAX, hoping for acceleration on a straight-away.   If that language means nothing, you’re lucky. You haven’t … Continue reading

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