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in the twenty some odd minutes of my bus ride, i think more than i do the remaining twenty-three and a half hours. where i came from. who i came from. how lucky i am. what would i be like if i'd grown up in a city. what if i'd been really poor. if i was surrounded by noise, would i be noisier? there is never a greater mix of people. it is both humbling and inspiring. but sometimes i think i ride the bus just to giggle when it announces the street hooker. that just never gets old.
