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Merging Into Traffic To the left, there is the flimsy peeling dull gray willow-wood fold-out thin chair. It faces west peering across the 30 Freeway. I would like to sit there in the sagging, slatted seat in the gravel, dirt median---- amid mangy patches of now-green grass staring always homeward. |
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