Driving down the highway I sometimes like to look into other people's windows as I stop beside.
I just want to know that behind that machine there's another human being just like me--no disguise. The light glares across the glass, rolling away for just a glimpse of whomever is inside.
And sometimes I find we're both looking at the same time. Then we look stiffly away, as if
it's improper somehow to see the tiny bit of soul revealed in that meeting of the eyes.
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