How the traffic report started out poetic and then fizzled. :o)
... We have a northwest arc of slow stuff.
How a very polite 3-year old describes broccoli.
... dinosaur trees please.
What I love about the end of summer.
... the sound of crashing helmets and those first cool fall winds. mmmmm....
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