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Fate takes a sharp, left-turn …

… while I’m in this 1950s beauty. Murky shade of green. And big. And I’m going … “Whoa!” I can hear the tires screeching. Who’s that, I’m wondering. Alone out there in the darkness. But all I hear is my echo. And the constant buzz of skillful navigation. So I keep going. Up to the […]