At The End Of The Day...

...It sure was weird to be riding home in a high, pink light that usually signals a crisp, cool fall afternoon on a muggy, warm summer evening.

And then the sky turned blood red.


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And I couldn't help but notice, as I slipped off the plateau of far west Cremeville, that the smog sure looked thick out the valley...Hope all those homeless campers are breathing easy out in Sliverville.


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