Light at the End of the Tunnel Published on March 16, 2011October 16, 2012 by mbcoudal I am standing waiting for the subway. As if by magic, the subway light appears, filling the tunnel. Every morning. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
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