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  • Right around the corner from my house is the longest stop light in Hudson, and I go through it every night on my way home from work. Old well-preserved buildings decorate this town, mill buildings and victorians, along with the horsey places off the main road. And there are many less maintained, like this one, which tickles my imagination.

    North of the building is a converted mill building that I fantasize leasing in which to run a film production company. To the south is a bridge over the river. I wonder who lives here, but in the several years I have been stopping at this light, I have never seen a single person come out of or go into this building, despite the many mailboxes on the front porch. Where are the people? Are they stuck at stop-lights in a different city? Are they sleeping during the day and working overnights? I wonder.
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