753


at a traffic light
mother duck and ducklings
saunter across

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  1. What!? At a crosswalk!? The Horror! The Shame! Knew I not there were any more of us who let the light guide us in our quest for liquid. The scofflawry hereabouts knows few bounds and somehow the buses, ‘bikes and other forms of non-pedia here abounds! And I must relate some not-so-infrequent motorists (Californians, perhaps on penance?) who try to stop as I rest at the median before braving yet again the surging tide in a lightless intersection! I wave them on in fluid imitation of Kaneohe gate-guards we have known in relentless search for Nu’uanu Pali!

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