While heading home from an overnight hospitalization at Newton-Wellesley, we’re stalled in traffic on 95 south. I lean against the passenger window. A car merges in front of our Subaru. Glimpsing the license plate, I see a four-letter sign from the universe: H-E-A-L. I hope it portends a smoother road ahead.
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