Bus stop musings.

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She sat at the  bus stop. Waiting.

She saw the clouds passing by fast.

She stopped them, asked “What is the hurry?”

They said to her, “We are moving.”

She asked, “To where?”

They laughed and said, “Just on…further on.”

She smiled, she said, “she wants to too….move on.”

They said, “Be the cloud to get on fast, time is of essence and little, is always it shall last.”

The clouds left.

She sat, waiting for bus no. 36.

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