The tray was flat, the hill was not.
The lights of traffic, cars and individuals determined to get home yet again.
The sound and smell of the evening as light softened and shrank like a volume control turned down slowly on an old radio.
Such are the changes, unchanged, and repeating.
Ask each one person, what are their favorite things and once in a while there will be uniqueness, differences in the sameness.
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