I walk through the darkness, grateful for the end of another work day. I reach the bench, it's brighter blue muted in the yellowed light of the overhead light. In the distance, lights appear through the trees. Rather than taking a seat, I stand on the curb waiting for the car to arrive. Quietly, the silver van pulls to a stop before me and my
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This was a beautiful essay, Am.
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