There is a peace rally in my neighborhood every Tuesday. As I speed up the highway exit, there they are, handmade signs, kids, sometimes a dog, just a half dozen of them, really. They tilt their cardboard peace signs at me. There is no call to action -- just "PEACE."
And I think, every week, as I creep up to make a right turn on red, "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?"
Still, I wonder.
Every Tuesday.
PEACE.
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