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Crossed paths at Cumberland and fitzgerald

Amidst the ordinary rush, our paths crossed on Fitzgerald and Cumberland—two Pontiacs destined to intersect. Your turn sparked a connection, a fleeting glance through our open windows. In those precious seconds, our eyes held stories untold, of shared adventures, crafts awaiting our hands, and projects yearning for life.

It felt like the universe paused, whispering tales of love's potential. Alas, reality's pull steered me towards the bike lane. Nearly hitting the curb broke the spellbinding gaze. Yet, the image of your car (whats the color…some patina of sun-kissed oxidation?) lingers in my mind.

If fate favors the bold, then let this message be a beacon for you, my fellow Pontiac traveler. Let's find each other in the tapestry of tomorrow and weave our shared dreams into existence.

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