This morning in East Texas, we had fog so thick I couldn't see the end of the block. I walked to the bus line but was concerned the bus driver would not see me. I removed my hoodie and waved it upon the first glimpse of what could be a bus.
Sure enough, the bus almost passed me. However, the driver did see my blue hoodie.
Jeanette Isabelle
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“Birds of a feather sure know how to clip each other’s wings, huh?” Lutz, Ascendance of a Bookworm: Part 2 Volume 4