The fog is getting worse A couple empty beer bottles rattle in the back seat, but I forgot they were there. My family portraitwe took it a year before the accidentsits taped to the dash. Its the only image left of her. I cant see the road anymore, and there is a car coming straight at me with his brights on, but my eyes are still fixed on the picture. Jim looks up at me and smiles. I catch his glance from the corner of my eye and smile back
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The fog is getting worse A couple empty beer bottles rattle in the back seat, but I forgot they were there. My family portraitwe took it a year before the accidentsits taped to the dash. Its the only image left of her. I cant see the road anymore, and there is a car coming straight at me with his brights on, but my eyes are still fixed on the picture. Jim looks up at me and smiles. I catch his glance from the corner of my eye and smile back
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