While on my day road trip Monday, I counted over twelve dead bodies on the road. I’m talking roadkill, and dead skunks in particular (do skunks have nine lives too?}. I am pretty sure that at least twelve people’s lives were off to a bad start on Monday, and if truth be told, it probably set the tone for these people’s whole week. The smell of course lingered and I dodged the spots as best I could, thinking just how we try to dodge the unpleasantness in our lives. I was thankful and grateful that it wasn’t my vehicle.
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