Gravel and dirty snow rumbled under the wheels of my car as I drove to work. Two morning doves waited at the side of the road until my car approached. They took flight, hovering in front of my car. Imaginary harnesses grew behind them and attached to my red chariot, pulling me into the air. I bid adieu to pot holes as we glided over tree tops and punched our way through the cloud puffing from the smokestack at the power plant until my car thumped to the ground at the garage entrance for work.
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