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That love can come to us in ways we never expected it to… by karen farell jaworski
Me: “Alright, I think I’m gonna leave. How far away are you? You’re in downtown now? Alright.”
The bus is my only friend in these parts. Carries me here and there with just a swipe of a uni-tone card. Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t need to. Picks me up and drives me to where I want to go. Drops me off where I need to be. Symbiotic.
That’s not true, now that I think of it.
My other friends are an MP3 player and a bookbag.
Carry a tune, carry a verse.