Ronen Sigan

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Waiting for the traffic light to turn
I could not help but stare
In the car next to mine
a beautiful woman was at the helm
I stared with great awe at her
shiny golden hair as it mirrored the setting sun
Her golden necklace glimmered a galaxy of bright young stars
She did not look back and was focused on the traffic light
Suddenly with no warning she broke down

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