Anodyne
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
 
Ten degrees celcius, March light edging the trees, birdsong floating down. An unhappy car whooping and booping its way down the hill behind a wrecker. Ten minutes later, a solid and disturbing crunch, the inevitable result of reversing up a one way street. Great dollops of profanity. Fire truck, ambulance, the shush of the rescue crew's push broom shifting remnant metal and broken glass.
- posted by cjb @ 9:51 AM


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