a relatively busy intersection for cars and pedestrians that I navigate often, being near my house, I vividly remember seeing fleeting glimpses - as I turned left through a really short Turn light:
- a pretty young girl in a T-shirt and jeans weeping as she walked alone, unseeing, as if all was lost:
- an old man in a three-piece suit and a fedora smiling vaguely downward, as if the streets were lined with gold - again!
- a man shining with sweat as he juggled three - or four? - tennis balls while strolling in a small circle, and shooting every other ball about twenty feet in the air.
There is a world behind this world.
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