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While we were in Seattle I mentioned to Jen how I hate the buses that run on the electric wires that intrude upon the city. She reminded me that I love telephone poles. And I do.
Laura has a telephone pole that almost sits in her living room. It has a mess of wires with no apparent system shooting out of it in all directions. For some reason I think this is charming and artsy.
But the bus line wires, not charming or artsy.
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