Eyeballs

“OOOOH goodness, can we stop?” I implored the driver.

We had been at the beach for the day and driving back home, but we passed a 1959 Chevrolet Apache Fleetside, sitting as decoration at an antique store that was closed for the day. I spent an hour and a half drenching the rusty truck in shutter clicks.

It was wonderful.

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