For two and a half miles, this is my view. Flat. Straight. Nearly traffic-less. Filled with sycamores.
I pass by the field where I go to see stars at night.
Sometimes Dustin dances on this field. 
Then I turn onto this road, which points straight at Meyer Library. 
Then I turn left at Meyer, and I see this sculpture.
And then I sit here for four hours. And then I go home. 
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