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Passing Cars The rules say to keep your eyes on the road, car bumpers and brake lights, read all signs, look in the mirror, scan the horizon, look away from headlights to prevent blindness, yet my eyes are always drawn to faces framed by windshields in that brief moment of focus when they pass, a photograph snapped, all these people I never recognize seeing the same things I am seeing from the opposite direction, my mirror image sometimes looking back at me, our gazes connected as we pass into each others’ pasts, and all those stories we can never tell each other about what lies on the road ahead.
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