five minutes every day

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A few small stretches of road passed in front of me without event, my feet missing all the icy patches and the trees dumping their cold loads in silence in my wake. Every few minutes, some house would wake up and spit out another car ready to migrate back to work for another day. Each car just moved to the right side of the road and drove off in silence, except for one, which I noticed on the final turn when I looked back to see if the brawny dog who lived on that corner was awake to start waking up the neighborhood with his booming barks.

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