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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Every day, I turn left to come down my street, park the car, and go inside my apartment. And every day, I am struck by the giant letters painted on my street.<\/p>\n
I try not to take them personally.<\/p>\n
I try not to see them as Metaphor.<\/p>\n
They are, after all, describing a LITERAL situation … but sometimes I look at the painted letters, and think, “Good Lord, is there no hope? None at all?”<\/p>\n
Maybe I should move.<\/p>\n
I don’t like living on a street that taunts<\/i> me. You’re just a STREET. What do YOU know?<\/p>\n
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Every day, I turn left to come down my street, park the car, and go inside my apartment. And every day, I am struck by the giant letters painted on my street. I try not to take them personally. I … Continue reading