Albuquerque: a gas station

I posted this at a gas station tonight after I got off work.  This city is a crossroads for a lot of people.  
I've been here six years. I've just gone through a divorce and feel I'm at a big crossroads in my own life.  I don't cry in public, but have had a lot of reason to cry in private this year.  I've cried in parks. I've cried in my car driving past the home I once shared with my family. I've cried in my small apartment situated next to the cloverleaf of I-25 and I-40, about as close to the crossroads of New Mexico as you can get. I've cried for the collapse of my marriage, and the dream of all it represented. 
—Brent



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