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The bus stop that never got its sign
I passed the old stop near Willow Creek today—just a concrete slab with a faded outline where the shelter used to be. No sign, no schedule, nothing. And yet, someone had left a single blue umbrella leaning against the post. Like a promise to return. I stood there for a minute, not waiting for anything. Just watching how the city forgets things and still lets them breathe.
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