Going to the gro to pick up some chicken for dinner, and what did I spy?
How seasonal!
Then lo, a miracle appears:
That can't be a real lane, can it?
Who'd believe it? In the same neighborhood, no less. Wait, wait: what if they cross? How cool would that be? No, surely they don't.
Wait for it...
Atlanta, man. From my blog to you(rs)!
Merry Happy, Jim H!
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Ulver!
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