Every two weeks my curiosity piques, for that's when my line of vision is slapped askew by this roadside cross.
I cruise past it on my road trip up to Bunker Hill and while on my trip I allow my imagination to wander and I concoct elaborate tales of how that very cross came to exist. Naturally the outcome is never very promising Bookcases.

There's another roadside cross much closer in distance; about a mile outside of town. Occasionally I witness a Latino family gathered there at the side of the highway; pulling weeds, placing a new flower arrangement or decorating for a holiday lg cell phone covers.
Once I was secretly pleased to see some birthday balloons floating gently in the wind adhered with colored ribbons. Secretly pleased, yes, but also a bit disturbed by this as well  dermes.

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