Today, in the car, you see the moving image that always traveled with you and was really always with you.
Do you squint beyond the image of yourself reflecting back to you in the glass to see the church beyond?
or do you concentrate on just the road ahead and the cars in front?
But now you notice through the glare from the window of the red car pulling up- the cute brunette/ the hunk in the suit you imagined is just a panting dog sticking its head out the window.
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