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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Speed Street...

A street runs steeply down the lower piedmont of Mt. Tabor, the road gracefully marked with a dotted yellow line down the middle, the line suggesting speed, speed, speed, as if too excited by the sharp incline to police traffic. A few cars trickle past at a reasonable pace, and then, for a time, the street is empty and the sun shines. Out of the blue, a young man appears at the top of the hill and comes shooting down on a longboard, knees bent, crouching low, shirt off, hair blowing back in the rushing air.

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