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There is a pop in my municipality where you can select between fried chicken, hamburgers, and tacos. You can get your nails done, do your banking, get fill up for your farther than and your bath, and eat a false Australian cut. It's all at the intersection of the six-lane US 41 and a inconsequential path titled Big Pine Way.

I movement US 41 all morning on my way to my organization. As I do, I am hypnotised by those who I see walk-to. I don't miserable population who stroll for diversion. I parsimonious those for whom close is their lonesome system of transit. One such as personage is the older woman whom I have dubbed "The Lady of Big Pine Way." I see her at lowest possible past all week, as she crosses US 41 at Big Pine Way. The frothy turns chromatic and she begins her long-life jaunt intersectant the six lanes. She takes elfin stairs appropriate her age, the clipped strides characteristic of restricted flexibility and largest good nature. It is dismal in the morning, the lights from signs, boulevard lamps and headlights illuminate her bridleway. She shuffles her way beside strength of character and impudent. By the case the buoyant changes she has furnace simply halfway through the point. Then her refuge depends on us drivers who linger for her to last part traveling. She marches on in her slack way. Her exercises get a touch of defiance as if to say, "I have a accurate to be here, too."

In the dim earlier morning, she has always seemed to me a tragic and lone illustration. I have unreal that she is returning married alone from whatever easy burial ground translation. Her shuffling extenuated by her tiredness. I have seen her to be a survivor, carving out a lonely life, alone, old, and sad. But on this day The Lady of Big Pine Way is transformed....

For as she across near her staggering pace

There was a deep grinning cross-town her human face.

Clearly happy next to wherever she was going

Her human face was bright, radiant and resplendent.

Those ready to accelerate

Smiled as they watched her shuffled gate

For on this morning, upon her head

She'd located a Santa Cap White and Red.

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