If you look closely, you can see a mother goose and goslings, crossing a road. It happened as we were madly dashing for Canada, so we could turn around and madly dash back. We turned a corner along with dozens of other travelers who were hurriedly on their way to wherever, and there they were.I suppose it could be argued that ravelled up in their DNA was the information that deeded that particular piece of real estate to them from their ancestors and so they had a right to be there, no matter that Big Box and several smaller Boxes had built right there on their property without their permission.
Someone got out of a car and yelled "stop" and we all did while they ambled across the dangerous byway to safety. Just for that still moment everyone at that exit understood what was really important in our mad dash world.
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