The streets I pass

westatlanticavenue.jpgI look out the window of the trolley and I wonder what stories are unfolding right there on the streets I pass. They are scenes from a movie, a play, as if the curtain opens on them and everyone is frozen for a second before they come to life, before the action propels them forward in their lives (or not).

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