Bus + Ride

Thinking about all the buses that my grandma must have ridden. The people she saw and who saw here. Who did she recognize on any given day as a regular. Who wondered about her on her journey. Who was trusting enough to receive her smile. Was she ever short the fare, did she ever ride for free? Was the feeling of that free day queenlike, cruising down greenfield avenue on the no cost mileage.

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