Like many, I am frequently sitting in traffic. Between living in the suburbs of an east coast city, and a commute that can take over an hour, I spend a good amount of time in the car each day. So it’s no surprise that Wendell Berry’s imagery, in the poem The Thought of Something Else, captured my imagination the first time I read it. Berry begins:
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