As the sun fell behind me, the distant mountainous peaks in the west painted the sky a brave orange that cast my shadow against a storage unit that I used to pass with every entrance and goodbye from my previous place of employment. I watched my shadow as I reached into my pocket for my phone. I snapped a picture of my dark figure to record the moment. It’s an image that I seldom visit, one I…
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