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  • March snow sits in grey piles on the side of Main Street.
    I was going to turn off at Center Street but an unexpected vehicle appeared in the road in front of me.
    A man, a boy and a dog were out for a drive or going to pick up something from the store.
    It wasn’t what they were doing but how they were doing it that caught my attention. A Saint Bernard in an antique sidecar is not an everyday event for me, but it probably was for them.
    An accident of timing had opened up a new world for me to see, and I followed them for a while.
    Someone wrote to me recently that they were looking for answers.
    I am looking too.
    Trying to form questions.
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